When the Fishermen are Gone

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 21 May 2010
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A wooden hull
scratches roughly
against the dock

slap of water
slings the
shore

skin of mirror upon
the lake

distant hills against the sky.

And in the cottage
a mom and dad
are resting

children no longer here

all grown up into
careers and faraway places.

They miss the boat.

© Richard L. Provencher

Published April 2010
Paragon 111, Dept. of English
Memorial University, St. John’s NL
ISBN: 978-0-88901-422-0

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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