Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

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 January 5, 2025 at 9:01 PM It sounds like a nice fish dinner, but did the boatman catch anything? Fish are smart.

Regina Elliott January 5, 2025 at 9:41 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 January 5, 2025 at 7:24 AM What are you eating for dinner??? Fish??? I enjoyed the read. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away.............

John Read January 5, 2025 at 6:34 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 January 5, 2025 at 5:48 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...