The Fisherman and the Poet
Tuna were jumping
as we sped
across the ocean
to his favorite
fishing spot.
Once we were anchored,
he set his fishing
lines and I took
my notebook
and pen out.
The sun rolled
over me and settled
in the bottom
of the boat.
It was going
to be a peaceful
day. I started
writing then heard
a zipping sound.
“Tuna!” my husband
yelled. I jumped
up and did what
I could to help
him pull in
a 300 pound tuna
imagining the words
I’d use to capture
this incredible feat.
He sold the tuna
but I caught it on paper.
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