The physics of fishing.

An eider arrows over the waves.
In the depths below the bobbing flags
Heisenberg's lobsters may, or may not,
lurk in each weighted pot.

The uncertainty is resolved
when Schrodinger gaffs
the suspended line, reels in,
and curses each stolen bait
and empty creel
in the manner of Fife fishermen,
then plouters home through the swell
to poison his cat.

Colin Will

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