they’re biting

something about
sitting in a small
wooden boat with oars,
or on a dock
or a small rock by the shore

holding a fishing rod
or a pole
with a line
slooping down into the water
on a soft day.

Water mirrors sky
separating the act
from the action.

The reverie is enough.

Below the glass
lurks Alice
with her flippant questions.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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