Big Catch

by

Chris Lahren

This is the pot-hole of old age,
standing at the crooked bubbling blue creek.
The angler decides to cast out dismay,
with the world that brought him by this quiet side.
His whiskey bottle's full of worms,
crawling around in drunken confusion.
That bottle used to hold the dreams of youth,
now stone cold fluids run through his veins.
Cast upon cast,
fishless as the waters ripple and flow.
As many attempts as one could follow,
his life was lost to thirst.
A fish story no one could tell,
Standing at the quiet side...the bubbling creek whispers
as he disappears into the bubbling blue swell.

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