I dreamed I had
a boat on a leash—
strange, because moments before,
I had it in the ocean,
fishing off the starboard side.
My nephew was with me.
He got us lost.
We dragged that boat
all over Ventura,
searching for the marina.
The longer the boat stayed on the leash,
the smaller it became.
Pretty soon it was just a toy,
a poisoned dog
we threw in the trash.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
More metaphoric than most of your poems this one speaks more of the handler than the boat itself. Growth seems the force here. A lovely write my friend.
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