a silent grey fish coasts over the houses opposite
-today I hooked the sky.

Graham said he’d seen it over my place
too most days

I took my rods, baited them with the necessary
devotion and luck

and there it was swaying on the end of my line.

Now I’m in the frying pan
sizzling. It tastes delicious
to have been so
fortunate, so

mistaken.

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