by Sarah Henry
It must be hard to be a salmon,
mouthed by a bear
and dragged to the woods
or caught by men
with fishing boats,
thwacked against the sides.
Times are tough
when eagles screech
and dip too low.
Luck and instinct
lure them
as the river swarms
with millions running
to their summer
destination.
Over a wave,
one salmon leaps
a single arc of possibilities.
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