“The Secretive Fishermen”
It is dusk now, and the secretive fishermen
are trolling for boys on the highways
north and south of here: a tradition.[….]
there must even be times
when it is almost perfect, in its way: two strangers,
each of them a tourist exploring the Mexico
that is the other’s body. It can’t always be
as sad as dusk for those lonesome travellers.
Alden Nowlan (1933-1983)
And so for day 1667
07.07.2011