Thursday, June 2, 2011

Boat!!!

The Boat

Maybe the eyes of a dragon or goddess
glare from its prow.

More likely it leaks, loses an oar,
and reeks of rainbows awash on a sheen
of gutted salmon and gasoline.

If it’s a liner, we lash ourselves
to whatever will float or sell.

No matter which. We choose. We’re aboard,
icebergs or no, as we plow
through the songs of the siren stars—

one boat, black water, dark whispering below.

…………………..

by Paul Fisher











































































































1 comment:

Em said...

I love this and I love you. Oh yes...and my secret word today is 'jolla'. I see a visit with family and a day at the beach in our future.

Em