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Poem: Summertime Fishing

Summertime Fishing

All summer it has stalked

the back of my mind like

a scaled bass waiting

in the weeds to eat.

This notion to go fishing.

To let my line fly

and my bobber float.

To hear the singing line,

and feel tugging at the rod.

To relax on the bank

and watch cool water

flow past.

Or sit on the dock

and get lost in thought

to the melody of

the gentle lapping of waves.

But now I sit here

listening to the cold rain

pelt the roof.

The first of the fall storms.

I realize I spent my summer

dreaming of what I wished for

instead of doing what I wished

and now summer has passed. 

William Sutphin

Photo by Sarah Pflug from Burst

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