Yard Sale of Thoughts

In heavy cologne,
he prowls the trenches 
of the seabed.

A fisherman
with his pole out
casting alone.

Poor swimmer,
waiting for sea snails
to catch a glimmer.

Anyone really
paying attention
long enough
to swallow whole.

Sad guy
spends life 
a barfly.

©2025|K.F. Hartless

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