A Lone Fisherman


yaskhan

The ozone murmurs

In the silvery gloaming

As a fish quietly leaps

The quivering waves of

A dappled twilight moana

Its breath drawn upon

An opalescent August sky

Whispering shadows etch

Fragile moments

Bringing song of the sea

Filling piscator’s net

With briny scents;

Crepescule colors flicker

Yellowing the marine

Across windswept Neptune

The rising tide

Pulses a refrain ..

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