Fishermen

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Boats on the shore.
Muscles, 
tired
and nets empty.
 
Taste of salty air
odors of damp nets.

Again to set sail
after a night of wasted
energy.
 
This gentle teacher
who sees inside my heart,
caresses my spirit
and knows strength
and fault.                 

A miracle,
the net which had not one fish 
is filled,
ready to burst
and the teacher 
just smiles 
at me.



copyright 1998 - Donald P James Jr

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