I’d prepared my belongings for the summers catch.
Two months at sea, I had nets and poles,
and plans and charts.
I treaded waters in boats and brought up empty nets
time and time again.
I was hunting an elusive fish, or fishes,
up and down a coast line straight.
For two months I weathered storms
but rarely truly cast a pole in hopes of catching.
I was more content at sea than on land.
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