(a poem never written)

(a poem never written)

a poem never written    is a fish never caught

words swimming by    like trout   looking at my minnow

deciding not to bite    such a gorgeous morning

standing here    by the edge   of this crystal-clear creek

cast out your line   you know   it’s all in the

presentation   words or bait   do you let them sit

or let them drift in the stream  maybe jig it a

bit   make it dance   a poem never written is a

line never taut   a fish never fought   the one that

bends your rod    don’t reel it too fast    don’t lose it  let

it fight   tire itself out   slowly   bring it in

words rippling off like sparkling droplets of water

when you net that perfect rainbow   hold it up for

the camera   snap & save   & there’s your poem