Just Fishing
The day is shades of gray
like sketches in charcoal,
almost one dimensional,
as I gaze from my perch
at water's edge,
looking beyond my line
which is taut and moving.
Startled, I flick my rod back
but the line goes limp -
I leave it there,
not thinking, or caring
that the bait might be gone.
I am not here to fish anyway,
it is only an excuse
to be alone and -
some might think it strange
to be just sitting here
in the rain ...
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