Lazy Afternoon
There is no space between the
horizon and the ocean
Birds follow boats in a lazy
circular motion
It is a lazy hazy Saturday
afternoon
Topped by a peeping
premature quarter moon
Idle fishermen sit and curse
their fate
The striper run is getting
precariously late
Boats chug back and forth in
search of signs
Willing fish to hook up with
trawling lines
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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