catch and release

tired of catch and release.
you'd like
to filet one of these
rainbow trouts at some point.
take it home
and fry it in a pan.
maybe some butter,
some seasoning, bread
crumbs come to mind.
you want to inhale
this fish, this life
taken from the cold
river, the world
below our own lives.
this is not a poem
about love, though it
was meant to be, it's
more about just fish.
being tired of
catch and release
and going home
empty handed.