“Is he here again?”
“There he is. Again.”
“He must be insane.”
The man,
old,
experienced.
Dressed for fishing,
seemingly unbalanced.
Rod in his right arm, net in his left,
making his way through the populated cleft.
Tourists astounded,
staff dumbfounded.
Man nothing but relaxed and grounded.
With a single motion, bait and line enter the pond.
The fish are the only ones to respond.
Everyday he comes to this destination,
caring not about lacking an invitation.
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