Morning Still

The morning light never broke
Thick fog hovered deep above
Smooth still lake as the boat
Slid silently cutting the still

Standing in the rolling mist
The lone lonely man gently
Tossed his thin rod flipping
The line aloft far out of sight

The distant muffled splash of
The float breaking the glassy
Surface the only sound in the
Standing still quiet morning calm

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