amy rea
The fisherman
casts
waits
The lure
bobs
floats
Nothing bites
river
still
Hunger aches
blinds
hardens
One fish
hooked
reeled
Small fish
snack
unsating
Fish pleads
so
small
Let me
grow
fatten
Fisherman’s body
needs
twists
Fisherman says
now
better
Than later.
But
fish
Knows: hunger
aches
hardens
Makes fisherman
blind
unable
To see
multitudes
of
The future.
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Amy Rea is a writer with credits in Homestead Review, Typishly, Bacopa Literary Review, and Picaroon Poetry, among others. She is a long-time Minnesota resident with a fondness for the dark side of things.