Fish Biting

The surf is pounding
Spoilin’ my casting
The sun is shining
The wind is soft

The sand is warm
The air is clear
The water’s cold
This time of year

The bunker’s held
By 8 ounces
Balanced against
Rip tide bounces

Joining in
Surf life, inviting
A line to find
What may be biting

Between me
And the rollers
The sand bar’s open

I sip my rum
My horizon, far
The fish, not biting
Perhaps they’re drinking
At the bar

LBI Fisher – Beach Haven, May 5th, 2023