Monday, August 11, 2014


She was once as much a part of me as any thing can be or has been in my life.  I think that if I'd known that she would be out of the water for as long as she has been I would have, instead of hiring a truck to haul her home, dropped the mooring lines and ran away with her.
She seems a distant memory,
but in truth,
she sits only fifty feet from me,
dehydrated and dusty
spiderwebs for rigging.

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