Fishing Trip, a poem

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Good things come to those who bait.

We left before any glimpse of a daffodil sunrise,
meandering off to the bay on the wisp of a dare
The vessel reeked of years at sea, but we boarded,
kept company with philistines and fishing rods,
sights set on a sun-sparked lime-green ocean where
the contents of our untrained stomachs made chum
The boat splashed its way, cold christening us with
salt water spray; feckless, we spun our reels, chance
landing four fat salmon, legal limit, beginner’s luck

© 2011, Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved; Photo courtesy of Junior Libby, PublicDomainPictures. com

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