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  1. Fishing Camp

    Quiet sunset in the jack pines
    leaves naught but the summer sun
    parched upon the lips of a
    tired fisherman.

    Sunfish and a small mouth bass.
    Supper would be sparse;
    there would again
    be tomorrow.

    Boiling lake water
    for a fine pot of coffee,
    tearing a rim of rye-baked bread,
    he dines.

    Fish, lightly fried in
    the camp skillet saut

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