Yard Sale of Thoughts

Drowning Worms

Pink worm crawls the sky.
We sit
squished
on a bowed balcony far from seaside,
but I am fishing
for the why.

You tell me a pocketful of sunshine
is all the bait you need
to get by.
Hand a sinker
after a long day of leisure
in the lasting breeze,
I know this line's a lie.

The emerald minnow will survive
long after the fragile light
takes the bait,
and our bodies
slowly reel in night.

4 responses to “Drowning Worms”

John

This is so wonderful, so fun! ❤️😊

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. 💜I’m far from fishing these days with the wildfire smoke drifting by in between storms.
  
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yourplateormine967244485

Love this, the pink worm sky, crawling in the night, burrows me to sleep well in my dreams😇🥰

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100 Country Trek

Thanks for sharing this idea with your fishing. Anita

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