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Catch and Release
Poetry

Some fish are caught quite a few times.
-Bob Clay, “A Steelhead Family”
Does the fish caught many times, gently reunited with the waves, learn to trust that this exchange is not some simple catch-and- release automatic, mechanical
but a kind of frolic, a two-step in a welcome dance?
And does the fisher, thigh high in waters,
fluid in the toss, await the tug with joy, cap-
tured then at the thin pole’s end,
caught like a partner
in a daring leap?