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Fishing in Scant Ideas - Dec. 7, 2021

and a torn net laying

on a wind-whipped beach

the sun distant and cowering

this poet strokes back to shore

to sit shivering without a single fish

just some old smelly

skin-covered concepts

in the bottom of my creel

bait minnows I never got to use

not that today it would have

made any difference at all


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