The Cast That Came Home Empty

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

All morning the river refused us. The float drifted. The line snagged willow. Rain entered one boot. My father called it fishing, not catching. On the walk back, we carried the empty bucket between us like evidence. At home he fried potatoes, and I understood the lesson was not hidden in a fish.
53 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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