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

before I ever do.


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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