The river runs wild.
But in this spot
he used to fish.
The waters are still
with reflected clouds.
She stands alone
on the river bank.
What kind of bait
to catch a soul?
She fishes for him
here.
Where he was most alive.
Shattering the clouds
with her baited hook.
Hoping.
He'll catch the line.
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