July 29, 2008
By Edwin Swanson, Arlington, MA

I'm standing in two boats now
Once they were one boat
A boat that seemed sturdy
But aparently wasn't.
Now I have acidentally seperated them
And they are drifting apart
At increasing speed
And I feel my legs stretching
I can't stay up much longer
Soon, I will fall
And have no boats to be in
Just the water, the cold
And the endless night.

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