Before Darkness

Just before darkness
Baitfish hit the bay’s topwater.
A lone angler casts her plug
past the outer circles
Of bulls eyes left
By a school of peanut bunker.
She’s almost surprised as she
Feels the power of striper’s strike.
Landing her prize, she removes
The hook and returns the linesider
To its rightful real estate
In the waters that lay
just beyond darkness.

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