GONE FISHING

The tourist cast his lines while I cut bait.
I told him tales of Innsmouth. The sun beat
back from the sea. He thought he had a bite,
but no. He leaned to look over the boat,
and he was gone, all but one bloody boot.

—Lester Smith
(for Cthulhu Haiku)

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