Blood
By Michael Domino
I have blood on my pants,
And my hands smell of fish.
My friend Jeff came to visit; last night.
I had lobster, he had cod and we saw two deer.
Today, I had lunch with my Father and his friend Jack.
We ate fresh muscles and sipped the broth from the shells.
All three of us saw the strange 60's diamond house on the dunes and
My father got blood on his socks when he scrapped his knee.
My daughter came to see me and her nice friend Matt.
I live on the barrier beach and I hear the ocean waves.
I sleep next to the bay and I feel the cool breezes.
In the inlet tonight was a large school of herring.
The old man got blood on his hands when he caught a fish.
I walked out to the end of the jetty to see what was up.
The surf casters all spoke Spanish except for the college kid.
The Ecuadorians were very friendly to me as I watched them fish.
He offered me his spare fishing pole because I was nice to him too.
The Ecuadorian bloodied his knife as he cut the fish bait for me and the
kid.
I saw Christian and his friend Karen who is from Holland out on the jetty.
Christian is a writer and he walked the rocky jetty without any shoes.
Karen said she eats pickeled herring in Holland and likes our Island
sunsets.
My friend Bob phoned me to see how I liked my time at the beach.
A shark was hooked on the jetty and blood streamed down its white
belly.
I cooked fresh soft shelled crabs for dinner, fried in a pan with melted
butter.
I drank red wine with the sea food and admired a Van Gogh print on the
wall.
It was called Fishing Boats on the Beach at Saintes Maries; France .
The scene looked just like the barrier beach here at Westhampton.
I still have blood on my pants and my hands smell of fish.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
By Michael Domino
I have blood on my pants,
And my hands smell of fish.
My friend Jeff came to visit; last night.
I had lobster, he had cod and we saw two deer.
Today, I had lunch with my Father and his friend Jack.
We ate fresh muscles and sipped the broth from the shells.
All three of us saw the strange 60's diamond house on the dunes and
My father got blood on his socks when he scrapped his knee.
My daughter came to see me and her nice friend Matt.
I live on the barrier beach and I hear the ocean waves.
I sleep next to the bay and I feel the cool breezes.
In the inlet tonight was a large school of herring.
The old man got blood on his hands when he caught a fish.
I walked out to the end of the jetty to see what was up.
The surf casters all spoke Spanish except for the college kid.
The Ecuadorians were very friendly to me as I watched them fish.
He offered me his spare fishing pole because I was nice to him too.
The Ecuadorian bloodied his knife as he cut the fish bait for me and the
kid.
I saw Christian and his friend Karen who is from Holland out on the jetty.
Christian is a writer and he walked the rocky jetty without any shoes.
Karen said she eats pickeled herring in Holland and likes our Island
sunsets.
My friend Bob phoned me to see how I liked my time at the beach.
A shark was hooked on the jetty and blood streamed down its white
belly.
I cooked fresh soft shelled crabs for dinner, fried in a pan with melted
butter.
I drank red wine with the sea food and admired a Van Gogh print on the
wall.
It was called Fishing Boats on the Beach at Saintes Maries; France .
The scene looked just like the barrier beach here at Westhampton.
I still have blood on my pants and my hands smell of fish.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
