We are all casting lines into dirty water,
searching for a velvet fish of a kind forgotten by our grandfathers.

The morning coffee satisfies the needs of soul, for now. Cast, aye, and left
a pebble in the channel bound by the low and high water.

Speak another story with a hero made of fire.

Learning the great gob heart is not easy.
Memory is a steam driven space shuttle.

Here on the wharf watch for planets, for signs for the rain to bring news
of the latest universes that have been birthed.