My Eight-Armed Visitor
Anchored 25 miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico
The rod bends sharply; anxiously I struggle to pull up my catch
Alas, not dinner, just a mischievous scarlet octopus
The line is cut, but with suction cups it clings to the boat
Why couldn’t this have been the one that got away?
*June 13, 2018
For Silent One's "Five Lines"
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2018
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