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A Conversation About Shipwrecks

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I don’t believe in fate,
I said,
I don’t believe in fate.
Whatever caused the wreckage,
It must have been too late.

‘Coincidence is not,’
You said,
‘A reason for this date.
The rocks were there to lure the ship,
Just like an open gate.’

It was bad weather that day, it was,
The sky was harsh and black.
But many days turn like that one;
Theirs is no turning back.

‘But was it just coincidence
That on that day, the lack
Of light in the tall cliff lighthouse
Caused the ship to tack?’

I don’t believe in lore,
I said,
I don’t believe in lore.
What happened surely is explained
By logic, nothing more.

‘Superstition is,’
You said,
‘Certainly not a bore.
There’s so much depth to these old stories,
To planks washed up on shore.’

What if you get all caught up in
Your own fantasy?
What if you are so star-struck that
You just forget me?

‘There’s imagined, then there’s real.
In my mind, you see,
The line between them is finer
Than I’d like it to be.’




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