![]() AnglingA Poem by Pete![]() Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. - Thoreau![]() Actual fishing pier (covered gazebo is not visible behind & to the left & Boston & Logan Airport are in the distance but fogged) trolling strolling rock and rolling talking to myself with nothing to say nearly every dayi take a constitutional to the park, down by the water's edge, with a song in my head a temporary reprieve from the sick city's dread to remind myself that i'm not dead
there's a gazebo jutting out over the inlet the planks are worn from the ocean's sweat sporting the weathered, splintered cracks of life's unpayable debt guys fish there drinking and making crude remarks like two-legged, desperate sharks there's one guy in a motorized wheelchair with a cup holder for his booze that way he never has to choose never has to lose i sit and watch them bait their hooks lamenting over what life took i listen to them talking squaking babbling and balking down to earth and real a rich but puny deal causing me to feel it's easy to get sucked into conversation like a slippery eel sometimes someone will speak to me or i to them tossing an occasional, philosophical gem in between hucking up cigarette phlegm they go home afterwards to lonely, dusty pictures on shelves like drunken, limbo-dancing elves i know that disciples come in six-packs as well as twelves they're really just angling to catch missing pieces of themselves © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 8, 2020 Last Updated on October 9, 2020 Author![]() PeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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