A Prose Poem by Gunilla Norris
It is so bright today that the two fishermen—dark silhouettes— seem to be standing on water. Perhaps they are father and son. Perhaps friends or simply strangers meeting here by chance. Time grows large and still around them— all concentration is on the thin lines cast out into the deep. I have joined them.
Even from this distance I hear the whispered wh…
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