Gratitude
Fish's on the Menu
Fiiiine days at the end of a long... week. Bones a little more fried. Bread, please. Batter at plates, crispy handed swings... the tartar sauce passes, smiles, the in-betweens. What's missing is the smell of the ocean. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets









