Splintered Lines (An Angler’s Luck)

Splintered Lines (An Angler’s Luck)

The bait, the hook, and the line
Is always cast out
In a tiresome search

To snap away;
Shimmering
In the high-noon sun

Sinking out of view,
Inhaled by an ocean
That foams with a hunger,
Much greater than my own

(Another class assignment)

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