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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