A Net Of Two Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Fine woven fingertips
have crossed mesh

When thousands of fish
said net did catch
hands softly did become
enmeshed in such net

Did not the spirit
soul of the two
make said whole

While many people
freely partook offering
from that net

No smell of such chemistry
passion never lost fumbling
fingers to help each other

Parting of said mesh
again sown
to gether fresh

Great effort to throw large net