Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,895 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Mr. Whiskers - Poem by Juan Olivarez

Long endless day, by the Rio Grande,
long cane pole, stuck in the sand,
Waiting for whiskers, to come swimming by,
And see that pole bend, what a natural high.

Got a cold shiner bock, glued to my hand,
Kicking back, watching, the lay of the land.
Under a mesquite, dozing a bit,
Just waiting to see, if he's gonna hit.

The wind is quiet, it's a hot humid day,
Not ideal for fishing, but well, what the hey,
I don't have anything better to do,
Than to see if whiskers, is gonna come through.

There's a tug on the line, and I spill my beer,
Reach out for my pole, and fall back on my rear,
I get to the pole and I reel in some line,
He's a real fighter, but I know he's mine.

He breaks the surface, a big channel cat,
Blue and grey, and beautIfully fat,
He pulls and tugs, and jumps once or twice,
The line goes limp, dad burn his darn eyes.

I'm going to be sitting under this tree,
Till hell freezes over, or at least till I see,
My pole bending southward down Mexico way,
Not until then, maybe, will I go away.

4/27/10 29 palms ca.

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  • (6/9/2010 9:54:00 PM)

    Juan, as a good poet will do, you drew me right into the poem and I fought right along with you as you managed to pull in this huge cat fish. It was so surreal that I helped you as you tugged away at this guy. A very good write Thanks for the invite. Lynn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 18, 2011

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