Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

Rookie - 0 Points (April 4th,1953 / Montgomery, AL)

Gone Fishing - Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

Gone Fishing

Daily, I am a
specially educated teacher
profoundly challenged,

not really
these ghostlike souls.

Watch us carefully,
the sheets of your music.

Dancing our eyes
repetitiously in silent

Please do not presume!

We will not be your red
fish, blue fish or green.

We are only the beginnings
and endings
of many questions


from where
we were last seen.

We can never be caught.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 28, 2008

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