A rusty can of earthworms and grass
Pried open edges like teeth on top

Fish bait and fresh promises
I see a kitchen table’s dark and dawn
I see a placemat flat as offered tongue
You see a rusty can of worms and grass
Edges on top like stars and jagged teeth
Fish bait, question and judgment
Hover over hearth and home
I feel the hook strike and know the power
You smell the whorls and banks of the river