KETTLE FISH
Kettle fish, the mystery of life, the huge
ocean trading its oasis for the space of
the whale and the porpoise. Looking over
the horizon, landward, I realized how far
I'd gone - it was only a rumor, this
land-mass over the sky. A place for
feet and purpose, where ideas are
brought to try. I turned again to
my right to speak to the wounded
mate, still bleeding slowly from
that cut on his thigh. 'I know
I'll not make it back, my
friend, but at least you
can give it try. Give
my regards to....
Broadway,
isn't that
what they
cry?'
Kettle fish, the mystery of life, the huge
ocean trading its oasis for the space of
the whale and the porpoise. Looking over
the horizon, landward, I realized how far
I'd gone - it was only a rumor, this
land-mass over the sky. A place for
feet and purpose, where ideas are
brought to try. I turned again to
my right to speak to the wounded
mate, still bleeding slowly from
that cut on his thigh. 'I know
I'll not make it back, my
friend, but at least you
can give it try. Give
my regards to....
Broadway,
isn't that
what they
cry?'
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