<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Salmon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this shallow creek<br>they flop and writhe forward as the dead <br>float back toward them. Oh, I know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what I should say: fierce burning in the body <br>as her eggs burst free, milky cloud <br>of sperm as he quickens them. I should stand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the bridge with my camera, <br>frame the white froth of rapids where one <br>arcs up for an instant in its final grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I have to go down among <br>the rocks the glacier left <br>and squat at the edge of the water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where a stinking pile of them lies, <br>where one crow balances and sinks <br>its beak into a gelid eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have to study the small holes <br>gouged into their skin, their useless gills, <br>their gowns of black flies. I can't</div><div style="margin:10px 0">make them sing. I want to, <br>but all they do is open <br>their mouths a little wider</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so the water pours in <br>until I feel like I'm drowning. <br>On the bridge the tour bus waits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and someone waves, and calls down <br>It's time, and the current keeps lifting <br>dirt from the bottom to cover the eggs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kim+Addonizio">Kim Addonizio</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430965" data-title="Salmon de Kim Addonizio" data-description="In this shallow creek they flop and writhe forward as the dead float back toward them. Oh, I know what I should say: fierce burning in the body as her eggs burst free, milky cloud of sperm as he quickens them. I should stand on the bridge wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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