Why the Snowman Never Made the Fishing Opener

By Sally Morem


One celestial turning point
Clockwork swings
Winter/spring

Anticipate
Its tourney-timebig snow tomorrow
Secret salvatic hope spoons snowy ammunition growth
Children birthed him though
He questions lakeside white encasement
Fashions frosty fists of rod and reel

Despite the growling lowering sky
He conjures wily walleye northern bass and trout
Snagging oily crappie perch and eelpout
Embroidering crystalline seining nets
In star-thistled splashing streams

Listen
Solar countdowns crashing in
Shadowed mice spill
On every snowmans best laid plans
Evinrude cant help you now
Neither can Lund

Stung by drops of equinox
Albido shrinks spotlessly
Relentlessly
Compressed perfumed loam drifts from glacial remains
Wetness deafens inorganic wishes
Defeats
Something

Another puddle seeps into April thaw
Autopsy postponed