There was a day in mid-Spring, so lovely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With everything now growing once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I told her, we must go fishing soon,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the lilacs are blooming, and that means<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The walleye are biting in the river and the lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She will wear a straw hat with a wide brim,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To protect her face and smells of sunscreen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will caution her to watch her hands<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As she fingers the baits in the tackle box,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jiggling green jitterbugs and fur-tailed spinners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She doesn\u2019t know a flatfish from a pencil plug,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A jig from a sinker, a leader from a spreader, or<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A crappie from a rock bass, a pickerel from a perch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And strangely, I love her more for not knowing,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Than if she knew all these trivial details.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People who know everything are difficult<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And would never waste sunny afternoons<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Putting baits on lines and casting far out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And waiting patiently for that all important<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moment you cannot see or hear, but only feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because she loves me, she will go fishing one day<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the mouth of the marina that opens to the lake,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the sun is a silver shimmer on textured waters<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And we will talk of common, ordinary, everyday things<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we wait for the telltale tug-tug of a fish biting our bait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She fishes because she knows that love is a slippery thing,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sturgeon in the seaweed, a pike swimming in the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows all the secrets from my past that lie loose<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Among the clutter at the bottom of my tackle box,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that there is poetry written on the bellies of bluegills.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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