Night Fisher 2


Words in sleepy night slip past as silvered fish in a heaving deep sea, effortless
Catch them lightly or a shoal quivers away in dreams, leaving me comfortless.



Note for Night Fisher 1 and 2: How often I find thoughts like flotsam floating through the disconnect of sleep to be caught at once or, left until morning, gone forever.



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