Fishing Poem

an excerpt from Going on the Belief Walleyes Eat Late by Thom Ward via The Writer’s Almanac

….The thought of those fish
can tease a mile of line from a reel.
So we let out a little more
As the lake goes back and the loon
cries to its mate. The locals say
when you can’t see the end of your pole
the day is done.

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