Fly Rod

The Wildebeeste’s widow
sends the fly rod
I know well.

I do not, at first,
even understand the
note covering it.

A better reader explains . . .
The Beeste was telling me
about Jesus and how we

would meet again
in Glory. Not
my memory

of the conversation
but who in heaven
knows how

those things actually
go. I heard him
tell me a story

I had already heard
about a preacher who
helped him prepare

for his inevitable
death. The Beeste
called it reprehensible.

I had to agree.
His widow heard
a different story

and bless whatever
God or Jesus told her
what to do, because

I haven’t fished in
some long time & who knows, I might.