What surprises me
is the varied depths of pain
Sometimes you float
Sometimes you sink
and think
you’ll drown |
Like my friend who went fly-
fishing, waders hip-high,
cast the line, then fell
thrashing downstream
rubber pants full,
still holding the rod
till he shouted to someone
calm on the bank,
What do I do?
Said the angler, not lifting
voice or eyebrows,
Stand up.
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