Yellow Perch on the Wicomico
They said when it’s time
Early Spring? Late Winter?
A new lure
And new line
And positive outlooks
Optimism fades
When lines stay slack
And it’s cold
And I’m wet
And “I’m doing this wrong”
They’re gone. “You missed it?
By now they’ve all left”
Yellow fins
Tinted red
As a fiery wing
But I’ll be back next year
Wicomico river
A new lure
And new line
And tempered expectations