Google Eye

I saw you fishing in front of your camp
today at Matagorda Bay...from five hundred
miles away.

Was that a shark you were wrestling with,
or were you hung up on some obstruction?
You were tugging back and forth a bit, like
according to instruction.

It made me wonder what the creature was
just beneath the sea, but Google Earth cut
me off right in the nick of time so I didn't
get to see.

I hope it was a trophy. You can G-mail me
when you get a chance. In the mean time
look up and wink when you catch a big
one. I want to see you do the dance.

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