bay fishing
we sat on the dock
feet dangling and bobbers
bobbing atop quiet wakes
ushered in by a dying sun
succumbing to giant moon
we spoke occasionally
about deficits and taxes and
royal weddings
steering clear of world wars
and foreign matters
for the most part though
we kept the conversation
to a minimum
drinking the king’s ale
waiting for mackerel to strike
may two thousand eighteen
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A perfect fishing tale… 🙂
Oh thank you ~ very happy you think so.