<p>I pick what’s left</p> <p>off a wave’s last edge:</p> <p>blue wood bullet,</p> <p>two white eyes</p> <p>and brass rings.</p> <p>Hooks gone.</p> <p>Pop, it’s one</p> <p>you could have used</p> <p>and lost</p> <p>like we lost you.</p> <p>Something in deep</p> <p>grabbed hold</p> <p>would not let go —</p> <p>then the line snapped</p> <p>and you were gone.</p> — Warren Woessner
I pick what’s left
off a wave’s last edge:
blue wood bullet,
two white eyes
and brass rings.
Hooks gone.
Pop, it’s one
you could have used
and lost
like we lost you.
Something in deep
grabbed hold
would not let go —
then the line snapped
and you were gone.
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