to sea at last
oh immeasurable bounty
a net of twinkling stars
cast over and over all
we can reach with trembling
fingers, wide open mouths
agape, aghast, at sea at last
the flood spears the heat as
we spread our glass-like wings,
we fly away
we seek the blush of autumn
and solace from the sun
elPintor
Thu 6th Apr 2017 01:51
Good graciousness, Stu..the net cast above rather than below? Surely, this is the true wage of any fisherman cast to sea.
elP