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06 Aug 2010 by Dimiter Kenarov in Blog, Poetry / No Comments
Gray morning, as usual.
Half the city
underwater, the other half
above the clouds.A fisherman on the pier
casts wide his net again
and again.Nothing.
Someone has scrawled
on the wooden guardrailIs true love
always & foreverHe casts his net in the water.
Farther down three fishermen
listen to the radio.You make me feel
like a natural woman.A seal swims up to the surface,
looks around
and dives back in.
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