Gone Fishing
by Alvin Benatovich - June 25,1998

On a summer's morning
In the early light
With a well cast line
Awaiting a bite.

Reeling in my catch
With correct delivery and lure,
Then the release,
And a peacefulness so pure.

There is joy in being
In the anglers domain
What a glorious way
Of keeping sane.

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