Instead of Fish

Sitting by the almost stilled pond,

watching surface

shimmerings turn

reflected trees

and sky into a scene any

impressionist

would have been glad

to paint, I heard

 my youngest granddaughter call out,

Should I bring you

a pad and pen

to catch a poem

instead of fish?”

                                                 JDG

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