SUMMER Poem: SPAWNING, by Lawrence Bridges

I work a machine
where I push a bar
connected to a yoga ball—
back and forth I push
to let fish escape a pond.

Out of work for a year
restoring our town’s concrete
foundations after a hurricane,
I’m back on the job,
able to breathe without ringing ears,

with the hope of a day worker
that my exhaustion brings
contentment at day’s end,
a paycheck whittled in the books
by my slim expenses,

with thoughts of summers
by the river, where fish
get their first taste
of headwaters
where they were born to return.

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