Casting A Lure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Casting A Lure



Ragdoll mosquito flying in the air, wondering where it
comes from, you haven't far to look.

A little boy stands fishing, barefoot on the shore,
casting out with his 'spy' lure on the line.

Reeling it back from a watery grave, it hits the air
and sprawls around.

All at once, looking like a ragdoll mosquito.

Saturday, July 12, 2014
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