Simple Surprises

Chinese Fisherman

An old man made of terra cotta always fishes with good luck from the edge of my father's desk. The little carp he catches smiles as if the line that dangles him could suddenly plunge deep enough to go home, to find the artist who made him, the merchant who sold him, the young man who bought him and tossed this treasure across the sea to hook my father and me.

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