Always it
happens. Just when no one’s come by for years and I
Think to
loose the boat and let it wander where it will
And use
the pole for kindling, some soul comes bewildered by.
I find I
have employment still.
So very
thin this one; a shadow’s shadow, just a
bit more
Then two
dark memories and a vow half-taken
Half
forsworn; who thought to wake upon some other shore.
No use, I
think, asking him to bail.
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