hauled out
of her natural element
tied fast to the ground
her paint crackled
her stern smeared
behind her a stone wall
surrounding a house
a big house with a shiny facade
windows adorned with lacey curtains
satellite dish on the roof
in the wall, doors
all locked and secured
in passing
i pause for a moment
wondering if
there is any future left for her
wondering if
there is still anybody
to stroke her weary sides
to sand her, paint her
antifoul her bottom
and let her feel again
the soothing rhythm
of the sea
2 comments:
Her name is Hope and she will never give up.
i'm moved... thanks
but sometimes i doubt...
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