Leap!
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!
3 March 2020 originally
When fishing do I use a GAF or NOGAF?
NOGAF, for catch and release, unless you’re really truly hungry and can’t get to a fish market.
Planning of what? It’s a POEM, not an article! Are you a human?
Thanks, Fermin. Uh, who is porno izle?
Elijah, it’s a poem, not an article. You wouldn’t be trying to advertise your video site surreptitiously, would you?