One Chickenshit Poet

Posted: June 17, 1993 in Poetry
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I can imagine the surf in my hair
and the chill of the air,
when I stand up from the water
so I don’t go into the ocean.

because I’m a lilly-livered chickenshit.

I’ll walk down the cool tarry sand
and pretend that I’m under a wave;
trying to feel the slick water bead
on my skin and drip from my chin

because I’m far too afraid to go in.

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