The Lobsterman

Aged
Swollen
Calloused
Salt water
Rope burned,
Arthritic
Gnarled
Hands
Fasten
Vestiges
Of Weathered
Armor
A life’s battle,
Not chosen
But chosen,
For him
By a love
Etched upon
His heart
Long ago
Unsatisfied
Unrequited
It calls,
And he
Must go.

15 x 20 Pastel 400 Grit UArt paper mounted to MountCor
© Jeff Fioravanti 05/14/24