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PREPARED FOR FISHING
by James Bell

We sit and wait, watch in silence
for the tide to lift our boat
whose bottom still bumps the river bed
when water laps its sides
too vigorously.

While we watch, ready in waders,
our orange net heaped
at the stern, the river birds
wait too for food to flow
below in the water.

Together on the bankside we all wait
focussed on how this place
provides us who are prepared, watch
as the sun bends towards dusk
and take our turn.


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