Sunday, August 17, 2014



Even Keel

a magazine plunked on the deck,
Colonial Angler, with a splash of rod & cheesecake,
I reached for it, wanted to see more;
Cap's grizzled head shook no,
he hawked, he spat,
see that there thread,
pointing with his pipe j'accusically,
head-shifting, I glimpsed gossamer,
taut and linear, a vision in breeze wink,
the glinting strand o'errailed us,
plunged steeply starboard through the swell,
Cap nodded, stuck his pipe back in,
on this here world the fish fight back


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