it got away

lost another poem

in this computer.

it’s like reeling in

a fish

and then it

escapes the hook

just as you reach

for it.

only this poem

wasn’t a very big

fish.

the world won’t

miss it.

it has swum

away to the

Netherlands.

and i’m baiting

my hook

again.

waiting for

light,

the big

one.

charles bukowski