

The Two FishermanA man rubs his sleepy eyes His desire to light a cigarette growing “But the others might smell it” he thinks Men are asleep in their beds below deck Snoring, snoring, stirring then sleeping “The cravings’ll kill me before the cigs do” he thinks The boat drifts slowly to a shore unseen On a cold foggy morning, on a lake “Maybe just one, they won’t notice” he thinks The man locks the door to the bunks And quietly jams a chair against it “Now they won’t catch me” he thinks He pulls a silver lighter from his pocket And sets fire to the white band “What is that oddThe Two Fisherman
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