I wonder, after all these years,
If she still considers herself lucky
To have landed a fish
Of such colour and tenacity.
Or,
Does she now only see
Faded beauty
Sans scales, sans colour, sans vitality
Yet still attached to her hook?
I ask myself the same questions about her.
And yes:
I am lucky to have caught my fish.
And yes:
It is hard not to see past the failing flesh.
But try, I must







Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend this one has layers. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian