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A Fishy Tale
A Fishy Tale
I spoke to the sea,
a calm breath
though a gale ragged
inside of me – both my
sails shredded, I begged
for mercy:
“Thou art the greatest world current,
what brag would be a wretched notch
like me!? Devourer of coasts!
Reshaper of vast continents! Bane
of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless
formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now
lie silent in your crushing depths...were I
added to such esteem numbers,
a bald-headed, gray bearded, toothless
old rag, it would be a disgrace~
better toss me high into the
air, toward that island over there, for
unlike you, Great Wet Majesty, crocodiles
and lizards have no pride; then there
would be no shame of yours to hide –
promise, never will I return….”
and this, dear children, is why
grandpa cannot take you fishing --
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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