By the Dock (Yellow Boat Part I)

Thickets of grass and cattails,

Burst from between wooden planks,

Spaced like gapped teeth.



By the shadow of a hulking willow

That drapes over,

And layers the dock

With its fingerlike leaves,


Yellow boat-for-two

Follows the domesticated tug and push

Of slow waves,

Refreshing a stone shoreline,

And then draining it dry.


The boat is faded,

Peeling near edges and great curves,

But exhibits no age otherwise.

Along the sides,

Hand painted in crimson red

Cursive lettering,

La Vida.

Two wooden paddles are

Splintering near the handle,

Worn at the ends,

Collocated in the seat,

Like anxious dogs.


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