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.
Poem: Folded Fishing
I like this poem! Whimsical and a bit wild, like a Richard Brautigan piece.
Thanks Walt. I’ll gladly take that Brautigan comparison!