by Roger Fritz, 1968
Fish take hunger in their mouths and
run for miles towards forever.
I leave spinners under my bed, and when
they are taken early in the mornings,
my mind whirs like an unwinding reel.
Last night my lure was taken by a big sailfish,
with silence and sound lying along his sides.
He took the line out beyond the farthest dreams,
and you should have seen him jumping
out there in the open ocean,
shaking the water like a horse.
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