FISHING
Rays of sun lie opposite of me and
resentful clouds cover my intellect.
Indecisive winds toss me
to and fro,
but this is home -
A stern, a hull, and a bow.
In glassy waters you swim
through deep icy blues,
oxygen soothing your gills
as waves of misguided ambition
overtake you.
I have thrown my bait
into a sea that is vast
once again I cast
my thin line in between love and hate.
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