Poetic Fishing License
"For about an hour, David." Thomas O. called back
In answer to his brother's: "When you coming home?"
Never thinking that in that time he would attack,
In record time, the better part of the poem
Soon to be legend in the Believesphere.
How could he have known that his short fishing
Interlude would catch him a whopper. A mere
Nugget even the Poet General would be relishing.
"Good luck catching one," from David on a roll
Thomas O.: "Oh that isn't the object." he replied with laughter
"Only to predict the hook's trajectory is my goal."
Usually it was vectors Thomas O. was after.
Chance had it that today he got so much more.
His casting yielded Tony and the horseshoe crab's lore.
No comments:
Post a Comment