4 Quatrain Stanzas/4 Couplets Stanzas
Sitting where a buck knife protrudes from squishy river bank mud
Two men lower catgut silver string to depths where fish flaunt space
Zagging circumnavigating the prankster-hook-bait they chuckle
Chasing earthworm cuttlefish tackle box and doom
The wind
Caused in tandem
Thought; where
Do dead fish go
In natural death,
They never float to the top
One turns to the other lighting the half smoked cigar smiling
He loves the sun much more than Frank the Irish one
Who engages the breeze in intervals of sighs and leaves falling
On the oily spread lazy consuming restless and holy
Stillness
The illusion
Preys upon
The balancing word
Time is earth
Better captured by refrain
‘What happened last night Frank’ gripped words in smoke
Insult the manner of negligence here to be virtue
The line casts plunking, a look arrives ‘screw you Jack’
Forward remorse bleated eyes, an envy and abyss
In matters of honesty
Nothing more than the moonrise
At four
Gives men trying to be friends
Something
To look at
‘Tommy at the Watering hole said you hurt him real bad’
‘I did, is that so’ winding his jaw moving light in his whiskers
How calm all this violence is when the season is a frame
A small snag one rod Jack and the chance to look him hard
The buck knife
Has spread
Stringy roots
Apart
Cigar in dirt smokes
No fish caught
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