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ОглавлениеPhoto: Captured Gator, Canton, Georgia, 1960
Every few years a small one
would nab a trotline or waddle out of a cove where a Boy Scout
was grilling burgers. Crowds then, and theories —
somebody’s pet from Florida
flushed down a toilet or tossed into a creek.
Where I was raised anything unusual became a spectacle,
like this four-foot gator
held by Lee Spears behind the South Canton Trading Post.
Years later, in Florida, I paddled over
dozens of them in Lake Talquin, their eyes on the water
like small balls of moonlight.
Not one ever rose to the boat, or even stirred,
which makes me wonder now
why this one, jaws wired shut, keeps gnawing at me with its desperate eyes.
