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Jan 2019
The Unanswered line
hangs

forlorn
down

Still
in the water

Rippleless
bait

attracting
concern

Maybe I ought
is said

Thanks I say
It's just

Its
The fishin

not
the catchin

It's
the stillness

Of
the unused

Redly
Left wanting

A hanging
stillness

without
breath

has curled inside
this day

swallowing
my swallowing




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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