The Fisherman
Fish for bait, or the other
the eyes tell it deep or shallow
knowledge, such as it is, hard-won
the day begins with diesel smell
and rags, I read luck with hope
sixty years and never read a book
writing a thousand poems in my head
it’s early morning on the river, very still
I put on a clean shirt and start the motor.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
Photo: Kristin Krahl (2015)
Nice.
ReplyDeleteHI Rob, Not tardy but often exhausted... But revive here with yr Fisherman... Admire the poem's clip... me too "writing a thousand poems in my head"... on the road or the river, same difference... Best wishes, K
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