Oy Vey, A Jewish Fisherman’s Lament

It couldn’t have been more perfect.

6:30 a.m.

A little cloudy;

Warm but not hot or muggy.

The river clear, 

The current strong but not raging.

Outfitted with a new set of flies

and advice from the guy at Orvis,

I picked a sexy, sparkling one

And tied it on. 

Irresistible.

Someone forgot to tell the fish

Is there a God

In this most dystopian time?

Is it too much to ask that he 

encourage a trout to take a nibble?

August 23, 2021

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