Wednesday, January 12, 2011


How do I leave?  You go out the front door.
My feet don’t work.  Take the boat,
Water is always moving.  I am afraid
Of drowning.  We all are.  It’s been years
Since I swam, back at the beach 
That summer.  You’ve returned.  Yes,
But I never went out that far again.  But 
You stole something, didn’t you? Yes.
That means you have to leave.

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