Fishing For Dreams

Some thoughts on missing you.

Past the old rusted airplane hangers
and dirty patched pavement
of Lakefront Airport we motored.

In Industrial Canal Mr. Lance
caught 103 lake trout with Mr. Gary,
they would have caught 104
but the motor boat
wouldn't hold anymore.

Cold water spouts
came sweeping down
upon Pontchatrain
last night,
chasing us out.

We turned for shore,
fishing forgot
once more.

Maybe we were fishing
in the dark
like that old song,
but I sure miss you,
so I am sharing
your fishing dreams too.

Past the old rusted airplane hangers
and dirty patched pavement
of Lakefront Airport we motored.