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Julie Kane: Louisiana Poet Laureate

The moon is a surprised white face over the darkening river
Even before a pair of blue-gray wings swoops down
Between the O of its mouth and the O of a surfacing fish,
And the phone rings, and it’s you in Baton Rouge
Grilling a silver catfish and staring at the moon.

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