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No fears

of Deliverance;

the banjo and fiddle

emanate from my Walkman;

half a mile from my home

looking past a dead tree

and naked branches in summer

I spy murky waters

of a stagnant creek

frightened opossum

stepping on my new shoes

startled, I determine

no gang fare to ensue

forgiveness is a virtue

I look for possum and groundhogs

as I descend down hill

to get a closer look

They tell me fish do live

in the creek

but I’ve yet to get a nibble