We Thought Wrong

May 19, 2009
Twelve o’clock in the morning
My fingers white as a cotton blouse
Hugging the railing that once kept me safe
To keep from plummeting to my frosty grave
The planes are changing below my feet
Stern towering above my head
As if the liner is turning the other cheek
Tears have frozen to my eyelashes
The indestructible boat that fooled

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