The bait is hooked on
The line is swung
with a gentle flip
out into the river.
Now we wait
and dream
and reminisce
and smile.
Happy, forlorn, grateful.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The bait is hooked on
The line is swung
with a gentle flip
out into the river.
Now we wait
and dream
and reminisce
and smile.
Happy, forlorn, grateful.