Sunday Fishing
Sunday Fishing
In a tranquil inlet a boathouse pained red, a wooden pier
with steps and a rowboat, tied to the pier. The sea is clear
as spring water off a mountain fount, but at the bottom
a woman on her back, eyes wide open, around her neck
a heavy iron chain. Her long skirt moves with the tide like
Brown seaweed and her legs are white as a bride´s dress.
The sea darkens a rain shower passes over, then it stops
and there is Sunday calm. A man in sou'wester appears,
carrying a plastic bucket, he jumps aboard the boat, casts
off, rows to the bay and begins fishing.
When returning it is getting dark, the bucket is full of fish
He secure the boat, before leaving he lights a flashlight
to see if he has forgotten anything in the boat, then walks
home; and there is calm in the inlet
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