the fishermen on the wharfA Poem by Marshallten men fishing on auckland wharf all with thin fibreglass rods just that exact distance (made in china) all watching each others baits bobbing in the silver sheen no one watching his own sinker bobbing one twitches down the line a reel swishes reeling in nine men watching intently now 20 cm struggling catch not much, so back it goes. a bronze whaler slinking slowly under twenty pairs of dangling feet decides the distance was too much to crunch a man for snack quietly slinks to the opposite shore where she senses feet splashing on a shallow beach. primitive. © . All rights reserved, 3 months ago- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11438556-the-fishermen-on-the-wharf-by-Marshall-Gass#sthash.HWKslwYM.dpuf© 2014 Marshall |
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