Poetry · Writing

Marlin

Speed devil races

through open water

fearless.

Yarn flying 

past the century mark

to fine leather.

Swiftness granted

in the wood of Dee.

I’ve never hit a

ball so far before,

he was watching.

The Marlin swims forever.

R.I.P 

Jose Fernandez #16

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