A keresés eredménye

Fish Thieves

At night, I dream of fish
Of an old fishing rod, of glowsticks
 
I listen to their advice
In a container, they present the bait fish to me
 
And how to fillet the meat
In equal portions
 
The fisherman sharpens his machete
 
The day does not come
 
The day is the lager that follows the edge
That you're standing on, the bigger edge
 
With a fishing rod, of which you only know
That you have cast it often
 
Without understanding any of it