thin skin
a float
with just (a) small weight
keeping me upright
in choppy
the water
all the bait has been crabbed
bare hook (J) with
nothing to attract
even a small nod
to say yes
he is was a poet
not one of the greats
perhaps
with their reams of
tartan flies
no bait you see
~~ shallow water ~~
no small sleight of hand
no flick of the wrist lines
no
more like thick guy ropes
that hold contented down
when flight was called
clipped wings hopped
after them
looked at their soaring
{{ flying south }}
while he wintered
oh yes he wintered
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