Sadness

My sadness sits
vacillating tic toc
on the end of my rod -
ten and then two,
I cast my sorrows
into the stream
and await with impatience
the bit of a bream,
or the blowout of a bass,
to breach these sad hours
seeming long in the tooth,
among the spring wildflowers.

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