The truth is that
as much as I tried my hand
and others'
I never became a fisherman
but stubbornly I went
launching lures into the lake
quietly content
with the water's still reflection
of burning trees, a crashing sun
and a man who knew himself
well enough
to know the score.
All the King's horses
down in the algae
confirm prophesies from
before eggs climbed walls:
The cat was not the only thing
curiosity has killed.
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