God fishing A bucket full of angels
You‘ve been fishing, weren’t you?
Netting down heaven’s unders
Trawling for longed love.
What to the angels?
They ain’t fish
Have no flash,
Out them! It’s not late.
Cruelest smile of a catcher.
One more down.
He answers,
O, angels… they’re just the bait.
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