I saw a crayfish once
out in the cold water old
armored arc in my hand and with eyes
like to pinpricks in size
hapless spiny thing alert in air that steamed
after a cold steel-and-nettle rain
older than I and small
without idea of mercy
high above my head
poplars with their serpent limbs curve slow
spreading leaves as they go
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