Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sail Boat

I see an old sailboat sitting in the garage,
Unused for years.
With only the hope of wind to bring new Life,
I take it to the River,
And pull the sail up to catch the wind.
But, like Love, though all around me,
It doesn't fill the sail.
I start the motor,
The propeller turns, cutting the water;
As false Love has cut into me.

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