A Seasoned Fisherman
A nonchalant twist of an age
freckled wrist
The cast finished in the stance
of an archer
A long languid shimmering line
slowly slips
Arcs, hovers then drops on the
water
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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