“Gennesaret,” New Era, Aug. 1991, 28


    They come to fish here every year

    In mid-November when the lake

    Savors the westing sun.

    The beach has learned to wait for them

    At sunset when the palm leaves sharpen

    Stark against the molten sky.

    Every year the same men come,

    Three men who walk with covered heads

    Together on the shore

    And cast their nets into the sun,

    While gilded waves break gold

    Against their feet.

    Photograph by Nancy Olsen

    by Photograph by Cherilyn Ann Walley

    Art by Brett Rawlins