fish and ciphers

by kholinar

and so it goes,
we’re right back to it.
Fishing line dangled,
rubbing our new piercing…

swinging by our confidence
bleeding from our arguments
hanging, with painful fascination
like a child, worrying a scab

swinging at a baseball strike
attending a firemens’ ball
we cribbage in our baby beds
while infants do accounting

and we discount all our hopes
and we add fear like a warranty
and divided from our joy
we live our life in averages

maybe it’s a sine?
I don’t know, ‘cos
I’m off getting my tan.

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