when every lure is working
the bait irresistibly fresh
fish so eager to be caught
they leap onto the hook
and into the boat
on those mornings
to be on the lake of your mind
or mine there is anticipation
something wonderful
awaits in the creel
for you it could be
getting married your first born
last day of work before retiring
a long-planned vacation just begun
for me they’re usually poems
each one a keeper
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