A fish poem
I can hear brautigans trout
Fishing in America right now
In the bathroom in the toilet
Going blah blah blah
To the crazy poet in the
Other room
Like a tear drop from the sun
The biggest fish I ever saw as child
Was a huge golden Carp
I was 5, my dad went fishing a lot
When I was that young
I never remember being with him catching
This fish
Yet there is a Polaroid
My dad in ball cap
Ball jersey lamb chop
Sideburns
Ball shorts
& Work boots
He stood w the cheesiest smile
Ever holding up a line where
Hanging half as long as he was
& As big round as small trampoline
The carp dangling from the line
Like a tear drop from the sun
A fishing story
Gray cloudy day
Creek rippling bubbling
Flowing
Sitting, watching the
Water & line
No bites for hours
I feel in pack up break out
Notebook & pen
As a great Blue Heron
Glides by over the creek
Almost close enough to
Touch
I watched that heron eat
3 fishing the opposite bank
I walked away 3 poems
Into the cool hazy sunset
Filled w joy
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