a fish tale

pole in hand and eight years old,
 fishing on a summer lake;
 tackle box and hook and lure,
early morning squint and ache

nothing, nothing, everything --
 fish pulled out and thrown back in;
 nothing, nothing, nothing more --
it's as though we'd never been

what to learn from silent times,
 what to say when nothing's gained;
 pole in hand and eight years old,
bored, but somehow,


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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