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Treasure

Pumpkinseed. Or bluegill, maybe. But maybe not,
because of those orange marks; its gill flap has a red spot. 

Sunshine gilts the clear lake water and shafts
clean through to the bottom sand, 
ground by ice and waves from granite chunks, 
but now a gold-glittered stage 
for yellow perch, blacknose shiners, 
and all the silvery minnows zip, zipping.
And the pumpkinseed or bluegill 
waving its common tail to me--
belly down on this wooden dock. And pocketless. ​
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