a fishing contest
held for the kids
who still knew how to ride their bikes
carrying tackle and bait,
and could hardly wait
for the first cast
until the last;
holding court
by loving the sport,
excited to land the biggest of the bunch;
sometimes working on a simple hunch
of where the big one waited.
an easy pleasure,
to take the measure
from nose to tail,
always without fail.
the clear eyes
and bright shiny scales
could become imagined whales,
but, of course, were always smaller sizes
and the trophies weren't the only prizes
we wondered out loud about.
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