Veining the mind, the neck,
the head and eye,
spasms of pain starts throbbing
with a full flung migraine emerging
at the very time that I am relaxing
next to the river
with a line cast into the depths of it
like the small vortex, with drifting leaves
or the perplexity of shining sun
reflecting blinding from the surface
of the flowing stream
as if pulsing, ripping and suddenly
the line tightens and it starts jerking
and I hit the rod back
feel life pulsing through
from fish to line to rod
and reel
and start reeling it in
with the fish jumping
and fighting
and the pain does the same
in a throbbing almost spasmodic
action on eye, neck, head and mind
but I am winning the fight
with the fish and are trying to ignore the other.
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