Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Minnows for Dinner


Minnows for Dinner

Hook, line, and sinker, I’d like to 

lure you into the river of similarities 

with fishing and the writing of poetry.

You get up, gear up, go out and wade 

into the day. Sit. Stand. Fish.

The time, day, month, season, the weather, 

the gear you did or did not bring, all swim 

in your memory and nibble at your plans.

Whether you go out and don’t get 

the catch you might have thought, 

you go anyway.

Sometimes, it’s just 

minnows for dinner 

© DLWhite

April 2024 

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