if everything isn’t told
there is profound silence
bags packed, almost
zip code in doubt never more
printed versions just incase
electronic oracle fails.
tires go flat,
Side of road is most beautiful sans stress
with a river cool and swirling
little undertows, big branches dip
old lures dangle like christmas in all lower capped letters, new tradition.
the days of sons and grand dads making memories
the days of daughters and grand dads making memories
hooking limbs, old shoes, occasional fish.
hence the activities name,
named by grand mothers
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