He is not in love
Or so he says
Yet hangs on to the hook
Instead of wriggling free.
Ebbing and flowing like the waves on the shore
He comes and goes
Emotions in full flood or
Swimming out on the horizon, brooding and watchful.
Allowing me to paddle in the waters of his life
But not immerse myself
Unless I should discover secrets in the hidden depths
Below the rippling surface calm.
Unsuspecting fish!
Caught in a rock pool
Crystal clear.
©JEFT 1989
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