In a Stolen Boat,
push off what seemed safe: The fishing dock,
pitch pines, children glazed to sheen
by ruthless summers. Past
the jetty, past the past, to open sea--
all violet and green, that choppy path between doom and luck--
Put your back into it, and row.
--April Bernard
2 comments:
I like that poem... great P sounds, and the last line is a perfect summation of "past the past".
The sound of 'row' is a nice resolution to the P sounds.
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