Tagged: fishing
the end of august,
the end of august,
when hopes and dreams bob upon
the final waves of
summer’s mirage, ready to reel
in the big one, any day now
.
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not knowing any-
not knowing any-
thing about fly fishing and
walking in water,
we stood at the water’s edge,
taking bets on when he’d fall in
.
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we are down by the
we are down by the
river, taking our cue from
the great blue heron,
fishing for a breeze in this
record warmth of october
.
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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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