My Boat
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James McLain
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Rib are exposed to white.
Wind breaths on shadow.
Birth one seat is breached.
Love of my hull, was patched.
Her hand open, port to sail into.
Waves lose rocks fury her eyes.
Rudder speaks charmed
life is bleeding me a sea.
Bleached wood spills dream
a splinter hides one rail.
Passengers left many days ago.
Scuttled inside scarves, last seal.
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