Low Tide
A fine school of words, and the fishermen asleep at their nets. . [ 1668 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Fishermen’
Blind Fishermen
Early morning. Fresh air, dark clouds, robin-song. And I ask myself — In this paradise, if I am not ready to die, have I ever really lived? March 25, 2020 Blind Fishermen It’s been so long — I think of writing you today. Do you think of writing me? — And do you wonder what to say? So many letters set out this way — Like little rafts at […]
William Michaelian 