Empty Nets by Mary Bone

fishnet

Empty Nets

You were left holding silt
from the river bottom.
Nothing floated to
the top after your nets
were cast.
No gigantic fish emerged
for your table.
The gritty sand held in your hand
is just a taste of something
better coming on
the next excursion.

Mary-BoneMary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.

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