#angler
I didn't need a lure
Not even a hook
Bait didn't pay a role
No net, no knots, no pole
You simply walked into my life
You threw your arms around me
A squeeze ever so tight
Tight enough to free the unlit cigarette
from my jaw
It sailed softly to the ground
As if to say
"You won't need me anymore, that girl is here to stay"
And sure enough you did proclaim
I've never been much of a fisherman
but somehow I still caught you
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
I watched them,
the anglers,
on the pier,
with their rods hanging
over the side,
with the lines going
down into the sea.
The sky was gentle blue
with clouds puffed out
like cotton wool.
One wound up his reel
with swift motion,
his features showing
expectation,
his rod bending
as he wound up.
Two others turned to watch
their rods unmoving,
the lines still.
I saw the fish
twisting and turning
on the end of his line,
he brought it over rail
and held the fish
disengaging the hook
from its mouth.
The other two turned away
gazing out at sea.
The angler looked at me,
then threw the fish
back in the sea.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC