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The Slipstream
I glide through the Wabash river.
I look above me and I see the reflection of my sleek body.
Sharp rocks and jagged rubble scrape against my belly,
leaving small cuts and a trace of fresh blood.
Sunlight gleams through the surface,
leaving my shadow on the floor below.
Near me I hear the familiar roar of a boat,
swiftly I dodge the hook,
the one that could mark my demise.
Frantically, I keep moving forward with fear echoing within me.
The frigid calls of eagles above,
as their predatory rituals surround me.
As I continue my journey up the river,
I hit the slashing, violent rapids.
The water feels like fresh glue,
and I barely make progress.
Salient edges of driftwood pierce the surface,
narrowing the path before me.
The slipstream bends,
and the rumble of water ceases.
My stomach grumbles like an earthquake,
I see a tail gliding back and forth in the murky water next to a dead tree stump.
I approach diligently from behind, gaining ground.
I snap forward but miss, and I head disheartenedly down the slipstream.
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