Share This Poem: “Angelus: Chesapeake Bay,” by Ron Smith.

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Angelus: Chesapeake Bay

This is where the creek empties,

where the speck spook

in the eelgrass. I’m no

fisherman and everybody

knows it.

Heavy line, light

lure — how much of my life

doesthatsum up?

Shuffle and shoal

in the purblind glare. We haul in

rocks and reds — or they do, mostly.

The air’s thick with salt and funk.

Hot, I say.

The captain’s grave eyes . . .

It’s five years now. I’m still out there,

a seagull, hovering angel watching them

reeling me in.


Ron Smith recently served as the Poet Laureate of Virginia, and he is the Writer-in-Residence at St. Christopher’s School in Richmond.

His books are Running Again in Hollywood Cemetery, Moon Road, Its Ghostly Workshop, and The Humility of the Brutes.


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