Toril Fisher Fine Art
A FISHING-PERFECT DAY IN SEPTEMBER
There is a loneliness
About the sea
No one as far as you can see
Only the sound of the waves
And the wind…
The boat broke anchor
You swam for it
I was told, “the sea
Boiled before it was over”*
It was September
The day warm
A fishing-perfect day
No one knew just how it happened
You were lost in a moment
Gobbled up in an instant
You did not return
Your life complete
July 12, 2018
*This comes from Through the Looking Glass — Lewis Carroll/ “And why the sea is boiling hot– And whether pigs have wings.”
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