Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Catch and release

My grandfather took me fishing 
only a couple of times

I did not like the taste of fish 
but enjoyed the feel of the reel

the quick release game of coordination 
and the swish of nylon line

zipping over the water, its little lure plunking 
into the stillness of our quiet fishing spot

it was play to aim farther,  more precisely
never leaving the bait to dangle 

long enough to entice any stream-dwellers 
before pulling in the line as swiftly as I could

I got lucky once or twice but threw them back 
for being too small

I squealed not wanting to touch the poor fish
not wanting to see their gasping mouths

snagged by my hook
when I had only wanted to play

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