The dark blue horizon stares back

Once the hook and line is cast

Two impatient eyes withdraw

Searching earnestly within

–

The cold roar of the brine

Sends him reeling backwards

To a shared campfire

Burning by the sea  

 –

But this serene dream passes

Under the hollow spring day

With no complaints

Fulfilled

By the swathe of warm colors  

–

His pail lies empty

Sent adrift in the surf

Discarded down shore

As headlights shine homeward