gurgling river of dead horse ranch
like a galleon escaping the bottle
waiting for the tsunami
a tidal wave of change
or destruction
it doesn’t matter to the clipper
living in limbo land, a cutter
without a rutter
freedom costs loss of ego
manna on the other side
but for today at the rocky bank
this shore where a fly fisherman stands and waits
a sport of optimism
pulling fruit from the picnic basket
WhatsHerName Writes 