The recollection
Of a boat carries
A tall ghost who holds,
Awkwardly, a long pole
Which she isn't using
Being in no hurry
To reach the shore.
The outline of a man
Glares at a book, sparing
No glance for the water.
A many-roofed house
Invites you to stand
At a particular window
And wave to yourself
Looking from now.
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