Last night
I was mistakenly happy
for two hours.
The thrill reminded me
of the first summer
I went fishing with my father,
when I caught
a P. Lineatus which was
under the minimum length limit,
and I had to
return it to the river
and watch it go away.
Regret and joy may walk hand in hand, as you so aptly show.
ReplyDeleteI wrote a poem today inspired by your couplets. I don't know if you realize how much I admire your poetic vision, Kenia, from these few thoughts I leave in commentary. You have a unique gift.
My father taught "Keep the little ones and let the big ones go. That you'll always have big fish in your pond. Besides the little ones taste better."
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