Gone Fishing
Author Name :Kenneth Weene
Black feet;
the soft squish of garden
worms dug after the rain.
In the flash lit dawn
one by crawling one
dropped into a cardboard box
from last night’s egg foo young.
Feet washed lazy clean
dangle in the lake.
Fish nibble morning’s bait.
The hazy sun moves
storm-free clouds
across a wondering sky
set free from time.