Thursday, July 12, 2018

A FISHING-PERFECT DAY IN SEPTEMBER/imaginary gardens with real toads

                                                             Toril Fisher Fine Art


There is a loneliness 
About the sea
No one as far as you can see
Only the sound of the waves
And the wind

The boat broke anchor
You swam for it
I was told the sea
"Boiled before it was over"

It was September
The day warm
A fishing-perfect day
No one knew just how it happened

You were lost in a moment
Gobbled up in an instant
You did not return
Your life complete

July 12, 2018

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