Tuesday, February 15, 2011

in a stolen boat






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push off what seemed safe: The fishing dock,
pitch pines, children glazed to sheen
by ruthless summers. Past
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the jetty, past the past, to open sea--
all violet and green, that choppy path between doom and luck--
Put your back into it, and row.
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~ April Bernard
with thanks to five branch tree

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