We fished close to where he supposedly drowned.
Tossing lures into the black heart of the bay.
Trying to fool coho and Chinook, but only attracting a soul.
The sun retreated as old fishermen must do.
Orange lanterns glowing, rising to the chalk heart of dusk.
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