You can tell by the window.
You can see Flatfish,
Bass-Oreno, Lazy Ike,
old bobbers, old spoons, old net.
Somewhere in the back,
the old man. For now,
Move slow. Try to recall
how good your line was
last time out, any weak spots
any place where the reel
grabbed and dragged, anything.
There, there he is, between the tanks
of chubs and shiners, and cold beer
a long reach down in the moving water.
Ask for worms. He'll know you then,
he'll rise huge and slow to you,
opening and closing his mouth
as if to speak.