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| spines/rooflines bailey's mistake trescott, maine |
the haiku
of an upturned boat is
a roof whose gabled ends
prow the little bit
of sky on the low
horizon, under the timothy
grass, conspiring
in secret for or
against the tide gunwales stock
in the ruts made for
it, wintering, up-
turned early, in late August
after her captain
caulks the small holes rocks
sharp under the flooded cove
scrape and scrape and scrape
until maybe her
seaworthiness is at stake
and he makes of her
turned over as if she is
bilge itself spilling out to
some beachcomber stuffed
against the rain, who
walks by and nods and talks wind
and ain’t she pretty
sitting there like she
is a queen on her throne or
deathbed, you try, choose.
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