A Pond
I am fishing in a pond with no fish.
My canoe is riddled with holes. It was never meant for water. Just a display
piece I picked up from a flea market. Lucky for me the pond isn’t even deep
enough to float in. Just gives the illusion of floating. I wonder if that’s how
Christ did it. I am surrounded by the smell of camp fires. Fallen trees burn
and send embers into the sienna sky. A sunless sky is best for fishing. The sun
would scare the fish away.
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