Sloop

By JOHN HOPPER
Posted 7/12/19

In the sun and the sprayI show you my dash,Sails furled, flapping,Arms stretching to grab the sky.

But of the rest of me,That which slices the water, Buoys me up and moves me alongBy some …

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In the sun and the spray
I show you my dash,
Sails furled, flapping,
Arms stretching to grab the sky.

But of the rest of me,
That which slices the water,
Buoys me up and moves me along
By some arrangement with the darker currents,
You know nothing.
Running aground, I am cast up,
Or dry-docked, paralytic,
Wrenched from my element,
I have not joined yours.

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