Jason Davis
Nov 5 · 1 min read

For Wesley

He cast the lure

Into the ocean.

A water he had dove,

Paddled,

Swam.

Wave spray

And sky clear above.

He reeled.

Sand, stand, statuesque.

A man,

Broad topped

And oak legged.

The line spun,

Curling in under

Ingenious hands;

Large, stern, tender

In the right spots.

Was there time or just air?

So well recognized,

To seize all else

And mend a man.

Such the things you understand.

Such the prints,

You laid in that pale sand.

Firm, with intent and intuition.

The lure you, sir, landed.

It’s ripples forever rung.

The fruitful waters of family,

And somehow too,

A taste of your sea.

Jason Davis

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