Have you ever
pulled a free
meal out from
some muddy body of water
at a public park?
As unappetizing
as it sounds,
it certainly
is rewarding.
The tug on
a clear blue
line ankle-deep
in emerald pools,
the din of
rippling water
over granite
stones,
keep me,
and all
other good
fishermen,
in a state
of zen-like
repose and
calm
serenity.
And if I were
to choose
between this life
of clutch-dust
cars and internets,
and warmouth teeth
and bluegill spines,
undoubtedly I would
choose the
latter.
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