Fishing Poles

Fishing poles

Fishing holes, below are only dry 

If saturation occurs, joy is the name of the cry 

Exiting the city with hand on rod 

Walking through the alley way 

Today only got a nod, from the cat 

My tongue is able to motivate words 

Birds that sing, ones with actual wings 

Suddenly I heard, pleasant whispers from the tree 

Following that, what made them speak hugged me 

Breeze that brought the heat to ease 

Singular peach hangs refreshing my memory 

Not everyone has a fishing pole 

Continue my walk to the pond 

Talking like your here 

Feeling the bond 

The one we once had 

Maybe it’s just dormant, but I was a young lad

Present day understanding

Getting closer, the water is only expanding 

The sun becomes demanding, tired and wants to lay down 

In an hour it’ll catch letter 26 with a cap and gown 

Water in the pond is a smokey mirror

It’s as if bygones elevate forever saying bye dawn 

Dissipate

In the moment don’t know how great 

Pain really will be 

At this time I wanted the fish 

What I really needed was the pole 

8 months later after being left in the dark, in the cold, 

A journey on repeat 

Endless

Although left with scars I’m the opposite of defenseless 

A peach that once hung is a fruit of labor 

The lad i once was, I now see as a favor

The water I looked down on and saw thy reflection 

Tried to pull me in 

That alley way is an infection 

To the city what I now call a disease 

Praying to god felt like rice to knees 

It’s nice to meet 

The destined one I now am 

A fishing pole instead of a rod in hand