Old Man Zhang
White, flurried hair falls around each
Wrinkle
A few years of his life
And lessons for all of them -
A faded baseball cap rests
On his brow -
Odd he shuffles by
The country road in a white dress shirt -
A small, stickered tacklebox
Clutched in his left, shaking hand
His eyes squinting, bleary under the
Noon sun. His feet in leather,
Foot-printed sandals
Chew up and spit out the gravel beneath him.
He waves at farmer children passing on the tractor -
Till he finds his spot by the river
Sitting on the rotting log
He expertly waves
His pole in hopes of catching
Enough for dinner.
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