The cast was elegant.
Arcing and firm.
Water droplets fell from the
backlit ine, braided and tempered
to match the color of the water,
a dark green near shore
and a blue-black near the deepest
parts of the channel.
Once submerged, the lure dove deep,
the extended bill acting as a bow plane
working against the force equally
to reach the trafficked depths.
As the eagle passes overhead
the pungent smell of marijuana
drifted from the trees near the
apartments, hidden by the heavy foliage.
Pulsing base and the sounds of car repair.
Wrenches on steel, strategy discussions.
And more smoke.
The paddle stroke shallow.
Puddles formed in the bottom of the canoe.
The strike came hard and fast.
Treble hooks embedded in cartilage
The whine of line, strain under force.
Violence and shake.
Senses heightened above and below.
The turning of the reel, spinning tighter
Breaking the surface, rage, fury and fear
of becoming the prey.
Like most violent engagements,
the fight over quickly.
Scales of deep green, lime and black.
Spines, fins of elegant design. Precious.