...and wait...
There. Just a dream away,
another ring...
Forty, maybe fifty feet,
separated from a sure thing
by that fast water
in between
point A and
Point B.
From my knee
and the prayer
is said...
...turning over
dead on
in the calm
and through
my breath I see
another ring
pulling on me.
Stuff
- Soffhackle
- Spokane, Washington, United States
- Maybe I'm real... sitting in a yard sale chair tying trout flies while the rest of the world laps me again... I'm not a racer...on occasion I employ odd confusions of literal giddiness... or curse the wind that collapses my cast. But that never lasts... I am terrified by the citizenry. Opinions without knowledge. The neo-nazis in church... Save a stretch of fine trout water for me, please? I deserve that.
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