Abundance

We were so wealthy then, although we did not know it:
Moist pink-fleshed trout on our plates, a giant freezer full
Of halibut and moose, the green rivers rich with salmon’s
Sleek bodies—silver shingles shaking down to soft
White bellies; how many we pulled out and ate,
Little thinking we were living in a bubble—
And that our abundance might end.

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