Wednesday, August 3, 2005
SANTA BARBARA , CALIFORNIA POEMS FOR SUMMER...
THE FISHING RULES AT STEARNS WHARF I fight the urge to sit with the old man fishing here on the splintered pier beneath the sign, ‘The fishing rules--No overhead casting.’ A cool fishy smell pierces my nose and wet muscles cling tenaciously to the pier; I understand their fear. Beside him now, I...
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