April 24, 2016 by Dancing Echoes 9 Comments Fishing Promise of hot sun Dawn comes before consciousness Low swells rise and fall Odor of diesel and bait permeate Sure hope I don’t feed the fish…. In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #960 fishing Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintPocketEmailTumblrLike Loading...
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