Summer Waters
A lifeboat came by in the night,
And I finally saw we were sinking.
So I held onto its ropes with one hand,
And the railing of your deck with another.
Then I chose the sinking boat.
I chose to bail water and patch holes.
I chose to bail water and patch holes.
Because a lifeboat is still a boat.
And I haven't forgotten
how to swim.
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Lovely! **
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Reminds me of Dickinson. A good thing.
Spare and well done. I like it.
Made me think, even while liking it. *
Nice life metaphor: "I chose to bail water and patch holes."
Rachna and Samuel - Thank you!
Gary - too kind. Humbling.
Sam and Mathew - I appreciate your support and feedback!
Ed - If you know it, you know it. Ha. Thanks!
How people are lost at sea.
Short, direct, and effective.*
Thank you, so much.
Wonderful survival lesson. *
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This is very neat and concise. The narrator however could have possessed an inflatable boyfriend. ;p