Rusty Poem by Thomas Plotz

Rusty bridge, still strong
Spans Grand River, wide

On the bank
On the other side

Stands a man
Rod in hand
Casting his bate,

Blue jacket
Tan wide brim hat
He casts, then waits a spell

Reel it in and
Casting out, to and throw
Lob and toss, as he stands across from me

The river dances with anticipation
With the hopeful strike of expectation

Sitting now, both of us contemplating
The days, week and years to this life
Hypnotized, memorized
By the cold water, dear

Under that rusty bridge

T. Plotz
Rusty
14 NOV.2016