Maria Garner The 2River View, 6.4 (Summer 2002)
Muse Fishing

Hook perched on my fin.
I snap the line; she starts again
coming in at a different angle, fathoming
dreams too plain for me.

She craves my chomp and shake-
My prized pike and unsnagged self
And I give her a single splash,

leave her cold in the empty wake
of my thundering wails.

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