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Boat


in the morning she found a boat marooned on her pillow      

                                    

she couldn’t hear the survivors       

she couldn’t hear the sea

 

the boat on the back of her hand, the size of a shell, and light

 

she glimpsed it again through a window at work

holding up the traffic on the by-pass

 

she could barely hear the typewriters

for the noise of the storm

in her head…

                    more land than sea

birds and more birds, a crow

on the topmost roof, the door onto the balcony…

 

the cloud-sized boat capsized in the evening sky

the wide open sky, everything piled beneath it

 

she rocked and she rocked asleep and awake

                   to the crashing of waves