Monday, November 21, 2016

8876. AMENDATION TO THE CONCENTRATION

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.'

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