AMENDATION TO THE CONCENTRATION
I went high up into the Flagler Woods
only looking for a shoreline shoal. I
stumbled, instead, upon Stan Chan
fishing. That was a long time ago.
Like a Chinese master, he held
his bamboo pole, steady, over
the water where fish were
jumping. 'Quite happy here,'
he spoke, 'they never land
well on my hook. This is
sport, not things I cook.'