Tagged: fishing

nine days before the

nine days before the
end of summer, we cast our lines
out once more and wait
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: cast

the tongue you do not

the tongue you do not
choose to use loses
elasticity, fumbles
its phonetic alphabet,
but remains resilient,
bobbing across
brainwaves,
suspending
memories as bait
.
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there’s another version

there’s another version
of us, a catch and
release, one in which
we are both
experts, armed
only with barbless
hooks. maybe we pose
for a photograph,
but we leave
no other
remnants –
no stress nor injuries –
with eighty-seven percent
chance of survival
.
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let’s go back, do ten

along Pier 7,

along Pier 7,
the afternoon winks
until each lamp
is lit, each casting net
returns heavy, each
breath full
.
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imagination

imagination
fishes us out of
reality –
or is it the other
way around –
hook, line, and sinker
.
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a successful catch

a successful catch
depends on the quality
of the netting, for

example – what is this breast
without your hand to cup it
.
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we are so much

we are so much
water under the
bridge, the promise
of getting caught
still bobbing
brilliantly, longing
for that first tug
.
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monday morning, Dad

monday morning, Dad
took me to see The Great Fish
in all his splendor

we were early, only a
handful of cares in the world
.
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our last best memory

our last best memory
of when we were all
together was at the trout
farm, where patience counted
for little, the clear green
water was teeming with
fish, and we all had
a long tale to tell
.
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