Fishing without a rod.
salt fizzle wind brushing the shoreline
across its forehead. Fish aren’t biting.
Fishing without a rod. Water gently strokes
the fins of dreamy trouts as they smile. Fish
aren’t biting. Clouds cover the eyes of the sun;
casting pretend night over the sleepy water.
Fishing without a rod.
Fish aren’t biting.
Saint's Muse 