Thursday, April 7, 2022

Escher’s Boat, Terzata #41

I left the slip in a small boat

With no oar or rudder to steer

On the knight’s castle moat.


The sail drooped, empty and sere.

I was drawn on, always slower —

A current from a series of weirs


Dropping me lower and lower.

I was passed by a fast ship.

Its captain made faces: grins, glowers.


I shot down another weir’s lip.

It took all I had to stay afloat.

Near sunset, I glided into the slip

Where I began this anecdote.

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