June 18, 2013
He was a small lad,
chapped and cracked
dry by Life’s
desire to leave
a heap of
rotting meat for him to reap.

Waves crashed as
he swelled up with the salty sea
immersed immersed
by the horizon that only he could see.

He was a dreamer
that wished to redeem her
from the marine: Ms. Hope.
Ms. Hope, his shabby boat.

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