Salmon Hunting


This little boat hunts today
Looking for a fish
Wanting to do better than yesterday
Hoping for a wish
The water that it sits on
So salitic in it's mass
Advances like a pawn
Then begins to thrash
One after another they soon bite
Bring 'em on fast
Bring 'em on with all our might
For it won't last
Seas start to settle again
There's no more fish
But were always ready to begin
And we got our wish.


These are more poems
Looking Past the Cover
Sudden Understanding
Ocean, Water, Air, & Skies
Random
Moment of Clarity
On the Summit
I am There
Alive
Nothing At All
Temptation
Breaking Point
Fishing Prayer
To be a bee
Levitation
The Perpetual Spiral
Lament for my hands

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