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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
Keyword Poem
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