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That Day I Got On Board

by Philip F De Pinto



What is reaped
Of an oar sowed
Not in waters?

And what is to be made of the weeping
As finds me rowing in dried up marshes?
The day you got on board
And said you had nowhere to go
And what is to be made of my saying
That I would take you there?

And so I continued to row
While you continued to weep

In so doing you raised the waters
Considerably facilitating our trip
Then you said while I kissed away your tears
Imagine how far we may have gone and how high?

Had you kept your kisses to yourself
We may have reached a star

To which I said - first things first
For first and foremost a rower rowing to nowhere
Has firstly to sate his thirst
In keeping with the laws of shallow waters

At any rate - stars can wait - and we shan't late
As I perceive by the glum look in your eyes
Lots more weeping to come


09/04/2014

Posted on 09/04/2014
Copyright © 2022 Philip F De Pinto

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