in the distance, the black cod fleet
is having a banner day
is having a banner day
Here we are
chumming along, ice-free
through the Northwest Passage
Petroleum LNG Geothermal...
the possibilities are endless
it seems...
*
Then we hit a reef
called Alaska
we see Russia
and it looks
good
from here...
Fish bones impale
our hoarse throats
as the boat lists
and our campaign
engine
sputters...
*
I'd throw her back if I could
October gaffs
gave me grief
She's a looker,
but a lousy
deckhand...
*
Got media hooks
in my shoulders now
sore from reeling up
urchins
rocks
anemones...
I can't catch
a break
for the life of me
I'm snagged
on a bush
called history
Global fisheries
crashing
like stocks
over the bow -
Bernancke, Patraeus, Somebody
save me now
I think I'm turning Green!
Scot Siegel is an urban planner and poet from Lake Oswego, Oregon, where he serves on the Lake Oswego City Planning Commission and the Board of Trustees for the Friends of William Stafford. His first full-length poetry collection Some Weather is forthcoming from Plain View Press in 2009.
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