that rests at the bottom of a pond
Someone gave up on it, did not tend
to the leaks, thought it
unworthy of resurrection
So it laboured to stay afloat
and soon was overcome with
its failings, limitations
Now it sits in repose as tadpoles
bump along the silted seats
and dragonflies consider such mysteries
What a fine shape it has,
dead in the water waiting for me
to take up the oars and head for home
There is a boat
that rests at the bottom of a pond
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