Atop a jetty rock I stand, 
fragile flyrod in my hand,
trying to ignore the surge
that breaks to spray me on the verge.
I need to climb still further out
to cast, but I am filled with doubt:
I hesitate in fear -- I freeze
and tremble in the ocean breeze. 
Am I too old, my balance lost? 
And if I fall, how great the cost? 
Is this how I will kick the bucket? 
What the hell, I'm fishing!  Fuck it! 


5 Commentsto Leap!

  1. Tuttle says:

    When fishing do I use a GAF or NOGAF?

  2. Jess says:

    Planning of what? It’s a POEM, not an article! Are you a human?

  3. Jess says:

    Thanks, Fermin. Uh, who is porno izle?

  4. Jess says:

    Elijah, it’s a poem, not an article. You wouldn’t be trying to advertise your video site surreptitiously, would you?

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