You Asked Me to Go Fishing
Once years ago, you asked me to go fishingSo lines thrown could connect two disparate souls
I saw only that I did not like to fish
I asked you once to read what I wrote
You did
We found each other
Two fish out of water
Struggling to breathe life
In our uncomfortable life clothes
A bridge linked by written lines
And Fishing line
Of communication not known
Between father and son
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2011-11-29 at 22:29
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