I love to go fishing for poems, <br />out into the world with no agenda <br />and follow my nose, walk or drive <br />or sometimes even dance <br />to where I can feel <br />the poems will be biting. <br /> <br />Then all I need to do <br />is sit there lazy <br />with a line <br />tied to my bare foot, <br /> <br />and they come, they come, <br />eager for the bait <br />of my unbusied mind, <br /> <br />knowing they are safe, <br />that I will give them back <br />more lovely than ever, <br />pristine <br />as the day God made them.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-for-poems/
