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A Tribute to the Sun of His Heart's Setting This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By thetruthawaits94, Duncan, OK

The cats and dogs pouncing
On the rooftop have come and gone,
Leaving a hazy cirrus stripe
Outside the dusty windowpane.

Peeking, I see through the Earth's soupy steam
An old man I once knew well
Still casting his pole onto the lake's wet skin,
Overalls and the willow he wears
Soaked to the core for he has sat
In his paint-flaking rowboat on the nose of the lake
Since before I was to awake.

I wonder what he thinks about
In his boat every dawn until break,
Sitting still as a statue, his eyes staring
As the bobber floats around
In the blue-green pool of tears.

His light pink fishing hat,
A pop of color in nature's shades,

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2 comment(s)
This is amazing! I love the imagery and the metaphors you use like the lake's "wet skin", I think great writing comes from looking at things with a different perspective.  Really inspiring! :)
May. 05, 2013 at 2:24 PM • Report
i agree with you completely about looking at life with a special perspective! thank you!
Jun. 15, 2013 at 1:13 PM • Report