MiDDLE MEN…WADiNG

(SAVANNAH 2025)

MORNiNG MOONS…AFTER HOURS.

AFTER NiGHTS LAUGHiNG SO HARD ONE FORGETS WHERE THE jUNK DRAWER iS…OR iSN’T?

THAT iS A QUESTiON FOR BiRDS FLYiNG LOW ENOUGH & SLOW ENOUGH TO STARTLE SOME FiSH WiTH SOME HOPE FOR SOME ANSWERS.

SOME OF OUR FUTURE iS ALREADY RUSTiNG QUiETLY…ALOUD…

ALL AT ONCE.

A WHiSPERED WANT ACROSS TWO OCEANS WiLLiNG TO…

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WAiT (LiKE BAiT ON A HOOK).

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(BALBOA iSLAND 2026…a little over a year and 2435 miles between)

NOT THAT DOCK, NOT THAT BAY;

BUT, STiLL SiTTiNG AS EVENiNG COMES…TO TODAY…TO SUMMER…

TO OUR YOUTH NEVER TOO LONG iN THE TOOTH OF THE SUNDAY PAPERS OF OUR GRANDFATHER’S SUNS.

WiSHFUL WHiSTLiNG OF DYiNG MEN WHOSE MUSiC & MiRACLESS LiVE…

BUT, ONLY ON & iN WADED WATER.