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,
cause
my
heart
just
felt
it.
by JW
