Sunday, February 1, 2015

Fisherman’s Luck



Sitting in a leaky boat,
Aching neck and scorching throat,
Clinging on a fish-pole tight,
Waiting for a little bite,
              Am I.

All my “castles” for a year,
As the sunsets disappear.
Not a scale, so o’er I chuck
Pole and line and c___s the luck,
              Goodbye.



Feb. 1, 1891

Pub. in Camb. Press 

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