Monday, September 2, 2013

Gone Fishing

This is what my grandfathers
Loved about fishing
Bait fishing from a lakeshore.
It wasn't the catch.
It was watching the water go calm
Listening to it lap at the shore
Hearing the birds
The far-off voices
Feeling the night encroach
And life ebb away
Peacefully.

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