Just like the Rest

Not at the end
of a fisherman’s rod.
Nor lost.
Nor trapped in some suburban pool,
of murky, unclear water.
Not like a loveless divorce
Or a lovely one.
Not like a clouded moon,
Nor a crowded mousetrap.
Not a pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow.
Not a promise kept at
the end of an unhappy time.
Not tea without milk,
or an iceberg without ice.
Just a Salmon fish,
trying to jump up a waterfall.
Impossible.
Just like the rest.

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