The Fisherman
The fog hovering above the cold waters is
Reminiscent of steam over hot pavement in the summer,
Ominous figures in the shadows, poles projecting from unknown precipices,
And amber skies promising warmth later for chilled limbs exposed to frigid river temps.
Hours of silent discomfort for the rare prize that could more easily be purchased at the corner market,
But this is the lure for those that play this solitary game of bait and ditch.
In the center of a tranquil world of water, trees and silence,
The fisherman stands alone.
May 10, 2019
Picture #3
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