Poetry
Angling
Let the line go out
farther than you have ever cast it.
Let it go
like Noah’s raven.
When it comes back to you
it will be changed,
dampened by rivers,
frayed by the air
it has passed through.
It will have learned
the geography of rain.
It will long for
what it has touched
on its way
and not given name to.
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