the river
by baransk
Nothing will ever again
be like the constant rocking
of the tiny tin boat
with the deck slippery like an algae covered boulder.
making ripples in the water
I am calm
distant laughter echoes from the shore as
I dangle my feet off the side
bobbing with the boat
the water cool like mint.
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