Down by the abandoned railway
we watched the fishermen
returned from a disappointing yesterday
with their sense of hope renewed
somewhat like ourselves as the scraped scales
of love fell about our idling feet.
We shall return here many times
throughout our countless lives.
One day it will all be okay,
we will finally convince each other
we will land the unbaited, thrashing catch
so often thrown back.
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