The Plan
Wendell Berry
My old friend, the owner
of a new boat, stops by
to ask me to fish with him,
and I say I will-both of us
knowing that we may never
get around to it, it may be
years before we’re both
idle again on the same day.
But we make a plan, anyhow,
in honor of friendship
and the fine spring weather
and the new boat
and our sudden thought
of the water shining
under the morning fog.
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