a fisherman.

as I walked back home
I saw an image –
a fisherman
without a fish.

I looked around at the faces.
long faces, trying
to remember
calendars
and bus routes
and doctor appointments
and algorithms.

– a silent man, and melancholy –
He was all
that we could wish.

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