The fisherman

A brown man
in a blue
headband, a lover of souls
and a familiar pain that guts
hacks at a fish
scaly bits flying
Sweat forms on his
forearms, yet he cuts
pounding hard on flesh
delicate pink, rosy red

He is frustrated
—the boat came in late.
Customers line up, insistent
there are only so many
fish in the sea

An ice cream parlour down the road
the boardwalk, an empty pier
the crowds disappear

A small girl in red
ice cream cone in hand.
Stay with the girl
What does she see?
The deep blue-grey of
roughened seas, hardened
with time
Black clouds thick,
boisterous
A small boat at sea

Calm before the Storm Arthur Parton
Photo credits: Arthur Parton – Calm before the storm
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