It was a hot summer day when a poem snagged my line
it was dangling by a hook as it spun through my mind
I tugged and pulled, reaching for paper and pen
to capture each word as I reeled the big one in
but it came in no order and flopped about
slipping through my fingers as I began to doubt
if the poem was a keeper or a throwaway,
but capture and release is the practice of the day
so I gave the fish a kiss and watched it swim away
now it can grow bigger to be caught another day!
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