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Plop

Last updated on March 1, 2023

Plop

the little boy

loved fishing

the cranking sound

of reeling

the process of finding bait

and sticking it

on the hook

then raring back

like a roping cowboy

and hearing the plop

hit the water

then slow-like

bringing the line

back

he always knew

when he had a bite

his heart would race

in his little chest

and he just knew

he just knew

it’d be …

but it was jest

a shoe

somebody lost

long ago

and it stunk

too

he made a face

and unhooked it

and checked his bait

saw that it was still

good

then roped back

and flung forward

in a different

direction

and felt the line

pull

and his heart

race

TL

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