The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, <br />For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks <br />At either end of a single length of line <br />And toss that up among the scavenging gulls, <br /> <br />Who go for it so fast that often two of them <br />Make the connection before it hits the water. <br />Hooked and hung up like that, they do a dance <br />That lasts only so long. The fishermen <br /> <br />Do that for kicks, on Lake Michigan, sometimes. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Howard Nemerov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kicks/
