Every day we fish.
We cast our lures and our flies
into the rippling reservoir of life and wish
for a nibble.
Maybe we fish for a compliment,
for a single kind word, for a nod
of approval. For a lover's assent,
or for a day without rain.
Like any good fisherman,
we cast out and we wait.
We sit on the riverbank
and anticipate
the bounty of our catch,
the catch-of-the-day.
And we dream of stories to tell
of the one that got away.
Sonny Rainshine
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