Pilar
I, an old man cast
my line into the sea hoping for marlin, hoping for the best, but distracted
even in this adventure by the presence beside me and those who came before.
Those that died and those that wonder if death is hard. Those killed in the
Spanish War and those who passed in the back of his ambulance. The bulls in the
afternoon, the elephants of course and that poor, poor soul on Kilimanjaro.
Death is pretty easy, but it all depends. I fight and fight until finally he
helps me lash the small fish to the boat.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/30/2015
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