Poem

The Marlin

Gold and pink light up the sky
Above an old, yet strong boat 
That waits in the harbor. Waves 
Sway and excite the oldest son,
His sandy toes curl, the Marlin! 
The only dream of his Father. 

Sweat beads on the brow of the Father, 
No respite from the merciless sky.
They venture to catch a Marlin
On the family's new used boat.
It's an occasional treat for the Son. 
Goodbye! His mother turns and waves. 

They sail towards the distant gleaming waves,
The stern manned by the Father,
While the always inquisitive Son 
Dissects tackle and lines. The sky 
Seems to dome, and the boat
Appears the size of a Marlin.

The powerful, yet elusive Marlin 
Is camouflaged beneath the steady waves.
Soon a line is cast over the boat, 
A prayer for the aging Father
As he looks to some power in the sky 
To pass time, while his Son

Searches the enigmatic sea. His Son
Is infatuated with everything below the mysterious Marlin 
And everything beyond the observable sky. 
He watches the undulating, unforgiving waves 
While his proud and loving Father 
Blinks quickly. He readjusts the boat.

Despite its age, the trusty boat
Holds up well to his Son’s 
Inspections, while the now sleepy Father
Begins to doze, dreaming of the evasive Marlin.
The lull of the soothing waves
Mirrors the ambiance soon hued, dusky sky. 

So the Father waits as Charon’s boat
Docks under a starry sky; his Son 
Ever peering for a Marlin beneath the dark waves.

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