On the Jersey City Pier (emailed May 5)

May 21, 2017 admin No comments exist

The fisherman on the pier
extended his phone and
the shattered screen
shimmered nonetheless
with forty inch stripers.

Wow, that’s some catch
any luck today? I asked.
No I just started, the tide,
the tide is going out, he said.
It’s best with the tide out.

He wore a torn t-shirt and
grimy jeans but spoke to me
in my business casual outfit
as if I were a lost brother.
But how could I even begin

To think of those brothers.
Now, mutually forgotten,
though for a long time I looked
up to them for that which I
found within, the great catch.

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