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His heart isn’t on fishing today,
he contemplates moving far away,
however there is no better place to think,
than standing among trout, deer and mink.
He stares at bottom-stones of sienna,
thinking logically about the dilemma,
put pros on the left and cons on the right,
but he has brought no paper on which to write.
He casts fly once more – without reason,
while enveloped in the springtime season,
knowing that logic will not solve his problems,
various aspects pop out, much like apple blossoms.
This is not a dilemma solved by logic,
its facets are emotional, not unlike the cosmic,
questions that arise about nature and humanity,
that drive un-centered men to the point of insanity.
He reels in his line and is done for the day,
with his question unanswered – no yea nor nay,
walking back through the forest path of gray moss,
as he gives in to “no answer” – he remains at a loss.
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