Friday, February 22, 2013
Grandfather's Boat
His rowing boat anchors at the edge of a sandbar,
lifts as grandfather lifted the anchor, the day
the sun struck his life, the day his heart gave way.
His boat still arching and rolling with the tide.
Oars empty of hands. His vessel waiting silently
for a figure on the bow, throwing bait, berley
and line into Booker Bay. Other boats tell
tales of...
