Friday 4 March 2022

Ferry's Wharf

Paper boats in mud puddles, in July
Just after the rains, joyous evenings
The gentle wind blows ripples, moves the boats
Until the paper soaks water, sinks slowly

Paper boats are fun, they last for a while
They never overstay their welcome
For eyes that have cried at their drowning
A hand has promptly floated another one

Those fun moments of rains in our childhood 
Are moments that remain with us on Styx too
I haven't been there, but we will all get there
I just hope to bring paper sheets for our meet

I make excellent paper boats, strong ones too
So when we are rowed, fret not one's drowning
I shall run my hands on your head, pacify you
Set afloat another one, watching it sail through

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