Summer Archives #6

He plies the High Seas

In a single triangle sail rig

Under the turning Sun and Moon


Fish jump, the waves toss- , Endlessly

Slapped by a herring! ‘neath the scudding clouds, wanders John the Fisher-Man`

The Fisher-Man who has seen the Thousand Seas

in many different guises; on many different planets; in many dimensional continua; with many different personas; – He has seen it all

Today, this time, though, He sails alone;

Alone into the greatness of the boundless ocean,

Which alone out of our modern pleasures ` Obviates to man his insignificance

In the face of nature, Friend or foe is a matter of philosophy


meh, i dunno this one may not have much substance

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