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boatsa few feet from the shore in the sand, half-buried -- a boat with a broken keel; the last chips of paint, faded blue like the sky that surrounds it, cling precariously to the warped, gray-weathered wood like sailors reluctant to leave their lost ship. a silent oar raises its splintering stem feebly out of the silt; wary signal to the fishing fleet setting sail, white masts proud in the sky their wake's fantails crisscrossing dances of light waves touching now and again the crumbling hull a greeting for an old friend.© Jon Bohrn (1999) |
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