loved to
fish. he spent most
of the last years
of his life
waist deep in water.
both on shore
and off.
i can still see him,
when we
were teenagers,
casting
out, the line snapping
in the late sun
of summer.
his heart was good.
but like most
of us, he struggled
on the narrow path
down to the river.
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