Tiny Boat

They found treasures out there,
making a monster on the rocky shore,
and chief among them was the boat.

It was a tiny terracotta vessel,
sporting a crack
and a scratched-in design –
perhaps a blackberry,
or else maybe a rose.

And inside, inexpert
bright glorious blue!
It splashes up over the edges, like it wants to look out
and watch the world and the river go by.

Where were you taking your cargo of brightness?
Were you just leaving, or have you arrived? ‘

She took it. She kept it.
It sits on her dresser
with other small treasures,
the fleet that she captains in whimsy and dream.

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