Children of the Lantern
We fished close to where he supposedly drowned.
Tossing lures into the black heart of the bay.
Tring to fool coho and chinook but only attracting a soul.
The sun retreated as old fishermen must do.
Orange lanterns glowing rising to the chalk heart of dusk.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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