they who found my wallet

 

I hope they go fishing

some time in the next 4 months

I hope they buy waterproof shoes

for gliding over slick stones

in their travels upstream

I hope they have good knees

ornate flies

stillness 

guile

and sure wrists

I hope they pack a nice lunch

and a few tangerines

I hope they fumble around 

a canopy of oak

and find beneath the leafy crackle

a school of golden mushrooms

I hope they attend

the fortune of forked ridges

part way down the stem

I hope they have a friend

who knows what they’re doing

when to cast

when to drift

when a pool is still and will be

I hope it’s enough

lying on a boulder

in the heat of winter

with a foraged license

pictures of a staggering baby

a few dollars more