the fish aren't biting tonight.
but it's okay.
they need their rest too.
i'm tired
of swimming in this cold pool,
so I get it.
I see them in the clear
green water,
their silver shells in plaid
along the sides.
the
fluorescence of their
short lives.
I reel in the line, and lie back
on a stone
beside the river side.
it's a good night for this.
letting things be.
letting the water just
flow on bye.
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