MUSING ON THE WATER
I like the play of words. I like to twist a
meaning. And I fully enjoy the very idea
that things mean more than they seem.
This tiny boat shouldn't even be called
a boat - some child's watercraft, more like.
It stays afloat, a circular motion, a drift,
a twirl, every now and then. No room
for others aboard? Well, we'll see
about that. Extend me your
skirtless hand.
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