Wednesday, August 20, 2014


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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