Work Undone
Not every wave is wise.
The hand that holds the reel must know
Where the quiet currents flow.
A net thrown wide may gather none,
A lure misplaced is work undone.
But patient eyes that read the deep
Will find the place where treasures sleep.
The clever angler learns the tide,
The shifting winds, the fish that hide.
It’s not just strength that fills the dish—
There is a skill in where to fish.
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