This is the last of my fisherman poems.
I was so infatuated with him.
It makes me smile to remember.
I remember how you looked that day, How happy, young and free. Your sun bleached hair, your sun bronzed skin, I watched you from the lea. You never saw me standing there. I'm glad it stayed that way. We never spoke, we never met, But I came every day. I came to watch you cast your net. You were my mystery man. I whiled away the live long day, Watching from the sand. You seemed to have all you could need, The surf, a boat, a net. I close my eyes and click my heels, And I can see you yet.
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