Fraser
As we put putted out
into the estuary, the
sounds of the city
receded, the tang of
sea filled my nostrils
and the water turned
from brown to aqua.
Danny put out the lines
but all was quiet so I
whittled a piece of spruce,
letting the shavings drift
in our wake, as I sucked
a hard yellow candy
waiting for my sockeye.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2016
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