she was very fond of fishing
this girl that i loved.
so i bought a couple of fishing rods
hired a boat
and took her fishing
in the lake.
it was a beautiful day
and I was so moved by the water
and the sky
and the distant shore
that wrenching out my heart
i gave it to her.
she took it
smiled
said, “thanks”
then put it into the tin
containing the bait.
when the worms were all finished
and no fish had been caught
she stuck my heart to her hook
and threw the line, saying
“this is better bait
than worms”.
and sure enough
she caught
a great, big, fish.
we returned.
she cooked the fish
and invited me
to dinner.
i went.
but strangely enough
i did not have the heart
to dine with her.
This make my blood run cold…
The turn in the poem is just amazing!
Thank you Ashish, and Wade for reading, and commenting.
Paul