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Excerpt:

the island

In those hours before sunrise,
while the water is still new, my father
and I walk down to the pilings

to dip our lines in the murky Severn.
We would bait our hooks with grass shrimp
from the corner store, or dangle old meat

from a string, to lure out the crabs,
who would scuttle across that weathered dock,
then vanish between missing planks.

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