Daily Fly Fishing Poem #21: Some Trout
Some trout are like voodoo dolls,
standing in for something else.
Pierced and prodded, a means
to some secret end.
Or maybe like magic eight balls,
shaken to reveal an answer-
Yes, no, ask again later…
Some are containers to hold things
until a better time.
Some are fortune cookies cracked open
to reveal our futures and lucky numbers.
Others are fetishes,
others are trophies,
But some are just trout and
everything depends on these.
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