I had a thought early this week about spending money on things and then I saw a boat somewhere, on the highway, in a back yard, it does not matter, but I knew that is was a topic to be addressed. I like the fish and water words and the I-wegian colloquial counter point, “You bet.” Glance
fit together. “Cast my lines” a subtle reference to writing poetry as the metaphorical meaning of fishing.
Could have been, but
that idea didn’t
hold water enough to float dreams
Burgher bunch, not
Dakota fresh walleye
caught my summer attention glance
called me to cast my lines beyond
anchor, seek not
idle security . . .
Thirteen thousand for my passion?