Wednesday, April 9, 2014

A Tug

She's hoping for a tug
at the end of her line

and she spent her last
dime to make it so

with a flashy new pole
and her eyes the color

of sparkles, she pulls
on her green rainboots

to experience the life
of a fishergirl in the

great Idaho pond.  She
waits, still and steady

and wonders what the
tug will feel like and

why it hasn't happened
yet, and I gaze at her

flushy pink cheeks and want
to tell her that I know

what that tug will feel like,







by JW


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