A Hooked Fish
Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to me.
Oh well,
I will be next.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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