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A friend told me a life ago
That once he ventured to a beach
In watery velvet moonlit night
To cast a line in faith to reap
The free- est bounty of the deep

The night ran dark and icy still
Clouds like heavy curtains moved
The darkest hours to flight
A surf- suck churning of the tide
Through shifting pebbles clicked and moaned
Was all there was of noise

I watched his eyes grow wide
As he told me of that night
Magically the surf became alive
With little fish, all silvered hued
Like shards of newly furnaced steel
All along the spumy shore

A million fishes could he see
And transfixed became and viewed
The wonder of the awesome sight
Glittering shiny in the ebb tide flow
The moment was surreal, but full of wonder

The wonder on a higher plane
Was how these little fish so frail
Can face the fury of the sea
On such a driven course
And yet survive and grow

A moral for us all is here
That scraps of life as frail as these
That do no wrong can rise above adversity
And be immortal, almost heavenly
And so must we
We are all little fish

I asked my friend that if perhaps
He’d fallen in some little slumber
And dreamed the dream of fishermen
Of fish seen as thick as grass
He said the little darlings on that shore were real
And will stay with me forevermore.

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