August 14, 2009

A new poem

Inspired by this image.


Gone Fishing


Your note said, but
then, I walked into
your workshop and
saw your gear still
a mess on the floor,
never put away after
our last (our final)
vacation, and I

wondered if you'd come
back for the pile,
or if I would
have to clean up yet
another mess
and sell it all.

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