draft
a sign,
loud and lucky
I bait for it, my
line taught patience
by the fat worm still
wriggling to get
off the hook
water placid, the
sun binds my
eyes shut
I work
I wait
by feel, the
boat sway, the
sweet sweat day, the
gentle slump of my
spine as I
pray for release.
Anita DeRouen 