I am learning late in life to fish and am enchanted by all of the accoutrements.
Sorting through an old tackle box aquired when someone else was
cleaning out their ” junk”,
there was a carefully laminated fishing license –
first name only in a sprawling hand.
A quick glance at dates told me he was forever a child-
A few questions told me he was gone.
Were he my brother every sinker,
glittery crawdad and hook would have been saved.
I’ll take him with me each trip.