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Big Goldfish
Some Kind of Tip
Walking on the outskirts,
you see an eagle standing on a tire
eating a big goldfish,
still alive, wet and flipping
under the talons.
You try to shoo it off, but
the bird won’t budge.
Butch down at the Gas ‘n Go
says it’s a sign
that spring is coming early,
but he’s always talking
about things being signs,
and, as you can see,
it’s April and it’s still snowing.
When you’re guiding on the river
and the trout are hitting,
your clients tell you you’re lucky
to live here, as if that’s
some kind of tip.
After they go back
to wherever they’re from,
you wonder if they think of you
sitting here in your shop.
No matter, you’d still be
tying these flies to look
like tiny nightmares,
waiting to see the eagle
again, and hoping
this time it’s eating something
a little more appropriate?