the line,
the weights, the lures,
the bait.
the strength of rod,
or how
well
the oiled reel spins.
nor is it about the waist
high boots.
the rising
at dawn, the long
walk through
familiar woods.
it's not about
the worms,
the beer, the small
chair
to rest on.
the sandwich.
the cigarettes.
it's not about casting out
into the calm
blue
water,
or the years of doing
the same
each spring beyond
summer.
a half mile
from the bridge
where
you went to school
and grew up,
and will never leave.
it's not about catching
anything.
it's not about that.
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