flounder

while fishing the
other day, knee deep
in the river, kicking
away beer cans floating
by and the occasional
bald tire and oil cans,
i thought about how
beautiful those little
oily rainbow sheens
were on the water.
it didn't matter that
i had nothing on
the line, that most
of the fish were
sleeping or too busy
and full to bother
with my cut in half
blood worm. none of
that mattered, it
was the beauty of the
sport that enraptured
me let me stand there
stuck ankle deep in
the silt mud for at
least another ten
minutes or so before
going home, and stopping
by safeway to pick
up some flounder filets.