“Susurration” by Dan Fitzgerald

Shadows play on the water.
Clouds chase the sun.
Fishing lines bob limply
as waves slap curses at the shore
for ending their journey.
We talk of nothing,
watching the wind play
with water and land,
sky and light,
not caring if the fish quaking
in the tension of the lake near us
ever strike our neglected bait.
That fate is as far off as tomorrow.
In the sand, an abandoned footstep
shrinks in the sun.
An overcrowded boat
quests for the horizon.
It's motor chanting sea songs
to the waves,
Sipping park prohibited beer,
we watch the sun slowly lose its race
with the night,
dreaming of cheeseburgers
for supper.