Poem: The Riddle

  The Riddle I am a net tossed into the sea. Weights in the corner drag me down. One hard jerk secures the catch. Winch and pulley draw me back. Wet and heavy with dinner and debris If I could be used for something different Tablecloth Rug Curtains A net to hold fruit, a wallContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Riddle”