A poem #21 – Night Fisherman

Fisherman, oh, wisher-man,
what luck has the night-lake for you?

Silver curls and moonlit swirls,
as the night lay in stillness, around you.

Bait your hook, cast your line,
your thoughts, alone, with the wild entwine.

Beneath the water’s thickening skin,
a silent semaphore to your fisher-kin.

JP Collins

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