The Fisherman

L.T. Garvin

The fisherman is

sun happy

today

and lake loopy

He loaded his plastic

container full of

black earth and

slithering night crawlers

Balanced in his

patchwork boat

hull and spar built

casting rod,

dropping lines

fish haul for a

fish fry

greasy spoons for

the wild-eyed

But alas,

not today

fish won’t bite

lake won’t pay

but our fisherman dear

hugs his gear

and gleefully glances

o’er the glassy lake

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