The Ferryman
in the riverthread of memory
the boatman?s oar dips
leaving rivulets in the mirrored sheer
of the great oak hull
you must know your own waterline
casting off in your shell like this
crossing is a silent violation
passing the wildly dancing willows
the soft mounds of bracken
from here to there again
your life is almost over
the oar dips again
yet still no closer to shore
Peter Ciccariello
Providence, RI
11/24/2005 2:53:04 AM
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