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Cannikin (Free verse) by Caducus
For Mother Russia’s orphan;
five flowering megatons,
an American quilt of soil.
Fish float to nets now
the scaled tide rattles sonar,
harpooned on prohibited kelp.
For American Dreams
the white house incubus awakes
yawning up the forty ninth star.
At the shadow-less ceremony
salmons float in marble slipstreams
waxed with doe eyed Harvard clones
The nine carat nib signed Nixon.
He sauntered to a rest room grey
returning to the press room black
In Alaska the bellies of sea birds
are oceans free-falling
a mile below moon to ice.
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