Gone Fishing

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On the water
the reflections
anticipate the boat
The wake remembers it
The ripples rib their way
to the waiting shoreline
there at last to lap
at ancient stone
with murmurs

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Gone Fishing

  1. nautical sensibilities run deep in you

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