this is the curse of the sucker

holes in the flows
river torrents rip around
fathom currents dips and foam twists
for treble cleft hooked lips
fins and dives in the drink
racoons and beer cans float
just the same as walleye boats
anchors iron stern
bow and bilge the scuppers
where suckers swim
ciscos white perch
on tight lines or even bobbers
sopping in the chop of forty acres
where next fall is today
one frozen handful of fingers away