Tidbits Or Snapshots

The Fisherman While the river flows gently, he stands silent. Boots up to his hips, face darkened by the sun, with hands wrinkled like that of a farmers neck. Standing mesmerized by the hypnotic movement of the rivers stream. The Dreamer Living vicariously through the success of others, smiling in a mid afternoon dream. Wishing, hoping, bursting at the seams, only to awaken and find everything is as it was before. Submerged A whore, who has been around the block a few times plus once more. Turned to look back at the innocence she had a long time before. Perplexed in her thoughts at what she had become, left her feeling less human than the lowest class bum. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Nov.25/2008