poetry by j matthew waters

Cedar Lake

Many men go fishing all of their lives without
knowing that it is not fish they are after.
                                      ~ Henry David Thoreau

They call it a lake but it’s really
just a big pond

I was told it’s so shallow
you could walk across it
which left me thinking
maybe I’d give it a go in early
February before the thaw

A decade ago
city officials pronounced it was safe
to eat the fish caught there
but as for me
I’ll only catch & release

may two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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