Fishing Along the Danube

Romanian skies of lazy clouds

And the buzz of a motorboat

Float on a breeze

Of cigarette charm


Poles stuck in sandy shores

Up to their reels

Line the river-

Centipede legs of some overturned giant

Stretching its head to

Sip from the Black Sea


Churches are the silos of souls

Which aproned women carry in buckets

To seed the sunflower fields


A basic American

With hunger pains

I have caste my line

And nothing bites