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urban fisherman
he's been standing there
for nearly a week now
without a bite or
even a nibble
one thing is
certain
this is no hobby
this is dead
serious
he stands there like
a prophet his
rod in hand
stretched out over
an empty sea
the sun is setting
on petroleum soiled waters
he tosses in a
faggot and curses
his luck
this sea is dead
from the bottom
and up
about 7 meters or so
here there are now
bottom feeders
here nothing moves
without a line
one thing is certain
this is no game
this is life
and it is death
his line snagged solid
into nothingness
he is waiting
for that big one that
got astray
he is drowning
minutes
hours
days
what would it take
to get him off the
hook
to make him
pack up his
rod and reel
part the waters and
leave for good
another time
another shore
a fisherman
swears he
sees something silvery slipping silently
just beneath the surface
just a glimpse
mind you
just enough to
keep him there
just enough to keep him
fishing
