Torn Cash

The soft heat of the Arkansas countryside

Swathing life tight as a newborn

Dreams of fishing pull smiles to the breaking dawn

Songs sung softly under the breath

A ripple breaks the surface

Hope alights the clouds and then

Blood rain spatters down

“Jack”

Angels sing in praise,

Welcoming a brave young soul

To fish naively in pearl splendor

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