Forsooth, A Poem

A Guest Blog by Nick Colantonio

 

Fly fisher Nick Colantonio, well-known in certain elite angling circles as the Comatose Angler, sent me this lovely poem he had adapted to fit his needs:

 

From Costa de Cocos, 2013

On Chetumal’s distant shore

I took a reed and scratched into the sand

Sweetheart I love thee

a WAVE

came by and washed away the fair impression.

Cruel wave, frail reed, treacherous sand,

I will trust you no more, but with giant hand

pluck from  Xcalac’s shore her tallest palm,

set it afire, and write in blazing letters across the sky

SWEETHEART, I LOVE THEE

And I’d like to see any god-damn wave wash that out.

 

*Adapted from a poem in the Minnesota Technilog, circa 1963

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