Silence (except the hollow clunk of water against the boat)
Is Broken —
A high pitched zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
And a distant plop
He stands at the bow
Unruly hair trying to escape his hat
Marlboro Red hanging from his lip
A slight flick of his wrist – reel, reel, reel
Watch
Smoke
Flick
Reel
Wait
Nothing
One last cast
One last drag
Ash drifts down to the water
In the Edges 
You have left me wondering about so much in this poemish post. I am gathering it is someone you love but is older than you. I wonder if it was the last cast of the day, of the summer, of the life? Hmmm…
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It was a tribute to my dad; the first anniversary of his passing was last week. Thanks for reading!
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I could feel that without even knowing. That is powerful writing.
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I like the visuals in this poem! I could really see the man fishing and smoking while waiting – thanks for the creative read 🙂
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Thank you! I’m glad I created the visual! It was definitely what I was trying to do!
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What terrific images. I can see this scene perfectly, the “unruly hair”, the Marlboro, the focus and quiet…and in the end, ash falling on water. Lovely.
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Thank you! I appreciate you reading it!
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Loved the onomatopoeia and imagery in this piece. Happy slicing!
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Thank you!
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And just like that you brought me a way the busy city. Thank you
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Thank you 🙂
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