CASTING THOUGHTS
Found myself at watersedge
Watching lonely fishermen
Casting out upon sunspotted
ripples.
Was there anything to
Hook upo their lines?
Or, was theirs a game,
Like the one I played;
Just casting thoughts
Below the surface
And then
Reeling them back in
Before catching something
Unexpected?
Rachel E.
Hanna
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ON HOLDING STEPS
