An old pike’s dream

If heaven be the end
of a taught line,
I’m not ready
for that schooling.

I intend to still feel
the sand surge my fins,
ride bellyflop
with a glint in the eye
under the wily rods
of the confounded,
and watch the anglers
grow tired of my
escapes

before I ever do.

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4 thoughts on “An old pike’s dream

  1. Uncle Tree says:

    Your pike has a peak all it’s own, Matt.
    I might just have to spare the rod this time around.

    .

    My staff can eel electric gills that filter the static unknown.

    .

    Heaven will forever be above water. It is the only unsinkable thought.

  2. nectarfizz says:

    You are certainly in a fishy mood lately sir.

  3. Matt says:

    I promise, no more fishy poems as they’re turning into old boots.

  4. nectarfizz says:

    (Cannot stop smiling now)

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