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Grouper and Bass

Flagging socks in worn-down boots shiver in storm-soaked suits wriggling worms cast as prey off ghostly piers, rods bend and sway dawn awaits her cue to enter grouper and bass flash front and center solitary rowboat far from shore kerosene lamp lit no more

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 1/5/2025 9:01:00 PM

It sounds like a nice fish dinner, but did the boatman catch anything? Fish are smart.

Regina Elliott

Date: 1/5/2025 9:41:00 AM

Fantabulous fishing poem, Gershon. I went flounder fishing and crabbing on Long Island, loved it. A serene Sunday to you and your's. Shalom. ~

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 1/5/2025 7:24:00 AM

What are you eating for dinner??? Fish??? I enjoyed the read. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away.............

John Read

Date: 1/5/2025 6:34:00 AM

Hi Gershon, I admire the patience of those who go fishing, out in all weathers, then hearing their stories of the one that got away lol.

Michael Tor

Date: 1/5/2025 5:48:00 AM

They are hard to catch and you can wait and not catch anything. Such is the rewards to fishing time spent without results. That is usually the case, sometimes a disappointing challenge and an empty stomach... Thanks for sharing...