I was happy at ten
Fishing below a small bridge
Across a branch of a small lake
What now seems to me
Quite few of a small fish
But I was not interested in the gain
Because just to fish
Was my real interest
To cast and wait
To catch
To fail and to retry
And again to wait
To keep and to release my prey
To take my booty from the lake
To obtain my fruit of these days:
To learn to always make another intent
Because at ten
Or at ten times that
Nothing is as usual as
To fail and to retry again
VABM June 1, 2010
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