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Old 04-25-2019, 04:57 PM   #1
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Exclamation “Reel Shit”








The rushing reeds of the river. It was only the size of a sennet
but its tail seemed to get bigger each time he would tell it.
The way fly fishers embellish a catch stood by the river
is a lot like their utensils with its hook, line and sinker.
It’s the sunk eyes that glimmer in that unfathomable way
- a look quite distinctively shared by both captor and prey.
It’s the catch of the day causing a line to snap and escape
having swam into safety as the angler gave chase.
“Reel shit,”
That’s just the way he described it.
I can still hear him laughing away as I write this
and imagine him smiling from the cheeks as he did
without batting an eyelid as he reeled in a fish.
You could hear it.
The whizz of the winding wheel whirring to life.
The zeal in the zip as he cast another affirmative line.
Perfect.
Precise.
Planned as the stories of his
with misdirection like a fishing lesson “It’s all in the twist,”
The form of a fisherman extends further than just a rod and reel
it’s the talkative tittle-tattle and hyperbolic spiel
when somebody feels passionately about their past time.
The not-so-nearly’s they’ve got you hearing for the thousandth damn time.
The clownfish snagged right as they were ‘bout to pack up and leave.
The countless bad lines.
The boots tangled in weeds.
The “You had to have seen it to believe it was true,”’s
and I hadn’t,
on either account,
but I’d hear it from you
and clearly you knew they were exaggerated beyond probability
but concealed in the cutesy chatter was an honest delivery.
A modesty in between the metaphors,
chocked full of imagery,
softened with similes said before.
I was lost in them instantly.
There’s one that still sticks with me, though.
I remember The Big One alright.
The prodigal piscator met a man eater of mythical size.
It was the kind of catch a regular joe would never have known
with limited line, you used whatever you owned to avoid letting her go.
Your belt,
then your clothing,
the shirt off your back,
as you held on while hoping your luck was turning.
Perhaps it did.
You passing quickly meant your wife never filed for divorce.
It’s saddening,
but you had her listed as the biggest prize that you’d caught.
You were right.
She was gorgeous as you always believed.
I hope you’ve finally caught up.
If not,
There’s plenty more in the sea.


Reel shit.
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