He waits

unlike most

and searches

through the muck

through the dirt and the dust,

the nails and worms

He waits 

for a glimpse of success

a meal for his minutes spent

on the water’s edge

a reward

for his tireless toil

He waits

as his bucket fills

alongside his hope

then empties

leaving his spirits all the same

For his catch does not ...

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