Monday, June 18, 2018

Rob Schackne #678 - The Fisherman (redux)



      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.



     Photo: Ray Devlin (2008)

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  2. something in the water
    opaque as faith
    stirs its engine

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    1. Cheers mate. An old China poem I dusted off.

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