huckleberry finn

river rat, submerged treasures, clay mud, drought exposed silverware at the banks of a genteel neighborhood, hiding in the crick, hunting crawfish, soggy and mossy tents, abandoned grocery carts, perigee tides, storm floods, tornados down your street, flapping fish, tap water estuaries, house boats, cars as houses, never stepping in the same river twice.

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