over, under
rain and thunder
won't keep slowing fisherman
from trying to stay under
waves for days
for weeks
for eventually
the better part of your last year
at some old school in delaware

this may take a while
but please return our smile
you can run our hearts
corrupt the files
i can't
stop starring
this speech
i'm tearing
it's causing complications
and you're oh so daring
but try to fool me one more time
and i'll get back at you
even though my legs
aren't anecdotes for words
you wrote
for weekends at the cape
sailing on your father's boat
sailing on the sea of indescision
oh
sweet mariners
sweet mariners
we've all gone fishing

this tree
this lake
this wood
this mountain
won't clear up the sediment
collecting in the fountains
in the center of a town
next to a town
where you grew up
this state
it's getting late
and the children can't relate
to things we speak of constantly
the boring cold monotomy
and all the things that come about
when you say you've forgotten me