Poem: Folded Fishing

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Folded Fishing

      My fishing was folded,

 

      a complicated origami protein.

 

      I found it in a pocket and unfolded it

 

      until a stream (it still had creases)

 

      was wriggling in my hand.

 

      It was fragile and dog-eared, but was beyond all hope

 

    still alive.

2 Comments on Poem: Folded Fishing

  1. I like this poem! Whimsical and a bit wild, like a Richard Brautigan piece.

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