The Waiting Game
At dusk
minnows slap
at your bait
below the dam.
The fly
you tied so carefully
floats
ignored by the trout.
Their
interest in minnows
is more
than nostalgia,
but it’s
been a long day,
their
bellies full already.
They play
the waiting game.
Tomorrow
the sun will
likely shine,
and the boots
of the fisherman
be gone.
—Donnell
Hunter
18
April 2012
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