Fishing
Jack Perrault
Fishing. The wind blowing swiftly beside your face The boat’s engine roaring like an angry elephant Your stomach questing like you’re about to puke As the boat is rocking to a sweet melody Finally, the boat comes to a very sudden halt
You take a minute to take in the sweet salty air of the ocean As you reach over to grab the can of bait and a bucket of minnows
You feel an adrenaline rush going through your veins You feel the griminess of the bait as you put it on the hook Then you cast your pole gracefully into the glistening sea Next, you feel a sudden tug, and you are electrified You tug, you tug, you tug until you can’t anymore Finally, a big shiny fish pops up from underneath the water You are so excited so you scream as loud as you possibly can Then right before you have to put the fish back into the sea You give it the biggest, fattest smooch on the lips 26
A Puzzling Existence Josh DeStefano
I was born a puzzle And few pieces did I have They fit together easily And I never had a qualm But life moved on and so I grew And more delicate pieces did I
When away from them I strayed Every year went on faster And my puzzle kept expanding But never did I see the clock tick And the months never changed Time sang a gentle lullaby I, with it, took a nap Escorted to the grave But I was happy, I was gone And from the heavens, I finally
accrue
They bent, they chipped, I lost a
few
And some still that I never knew The puzzle kept on growing And the picture became unclear Both sides blank and scraped of
looked
At the puzzle, I’d gazed upon But on it never had I looked In that moment I realized I never saw the puzzle full The picture was so clear now No, how could this be Some parts fit together Oh so perfectly But other parts are jumbled
image
I could never find the box No reference photo did I have So I made it in my mind The picture foggy, incomplete The pieces jammed together I forced them on the table And I prayed they’d hold forever Some pieces never fit So I kept them by my side And upon the shores of life I found pieces at low tide But ocean, unforgiving It would give as well as take So sometimes pieces drifted off
messes
And I still can’t make them out I’d followed no instructions But still, I did it wrong I see no edge piece on this puzzle And I watch as it flies up above Past my face, it whizzes Into the burning sun
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