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Poem: Gone Fishing (for Tsuritama)

The wind rolls over the surface of the ocean
broken into ripples by line and lure
and the imitation fish sinks beneath the waves
suspended in animation.

Standing at the water’s edge
where the surf meets the sand
and the sun blinks into twilight,
a motion in three beats – “Enoshima bowl”
and release.

About Dominic (126 Articles)
Journalist, blogger and father. Usually found in a Star Wars or anime tee-shirt. Obsessions include epic fantasy and model spaceships.

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