salmon flop onto the pool’s slick rim

urged through the air this alien medium

echoes with a flaccid disappointed slap

as another adds more polish to the rock

you’ve seen them launch themselves

at the white jet from the pool above

dancing up the water as it tumbles down

as easy for them as walking is for us


two pools separated by the dry

the first time this stream has stopped

opaque like treacle just like that

we swim with the stranded salmon your father

and his twin heads bobbing in the black water

your very own two headed loch monster

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