Re: Fishing

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rabbitofinle
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The sun’s sleepy heat
Sweeps across my back
Into the pond I can see
The brown fish

Sitting heavy in thick weeds
Silently
My shadow gazes
A prize so close

Softly I pull back
Long flung bait
Across the water it threads
With its stubborn pull

Rattle like a quake
I readjust, then
Snap, liquid quick
In sandy clouds
…gone