The water is a glaze
Like loneliness at ease with it'self
I cast and close my eyesforthe
Whir outacross the water
The line striking thesurface and sinking

I like waiting
For it to settle on the bottom
Then I jig it up a little i imagine
The lure in utter dark
I play it lightly fish rise
Just shy of the surface
They play their glints
Off the moon on the water
I see too my own loneliness

It's not too big and it breathes easily
Soon, it may pretend it's rain
Soon, it may pretend it's rain

Rain blurs the water there is nothing wrong
With rain i take a deep breath and I cast
And cast

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