Notes About The Poem

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Fishing
From the dock, our boat speeds off
Into a channel to the calm Gulf of Mexico waters
Stopping when the GPS identifies our favorite reef
Hoping to catch a tasty treat, we cast with anticipation
It’s not until sundown when fish start to hit
Nibbling at our bait in a frenzy until finally
Grouper is on our dinner plate!
January 31, 2019
For Bobbie May’s “Word Play” contest
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