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HER PAPER BOAT


Ten years have gone,
since your paper boat
set sail
I remember, you pushed it,
carefully,
your fingers gently letting go.
It sailed downstream,
and under the weeping
willow.
With it
went a memory,
of a day
not unlike this.
On that day, down by the river,
my boat foundered,
on a river stone,
and ran aground in the
mud.
But yours sailed on-
leaving mine
for good.
In the clear water it sped,
onward,
to the sea...
Leaving all
that was finished,
between you and me.
Everything you'd brought
you'd packed
on your paper boat;
watertight with candle wax,
its precious cargo
intact.
Today, this harbour is empty,
and the tide is low.
But, out at sea,
a tiny vessel
braves the waves
still afloat.
And you
are long
gone,
taking all we had with you,
in search of your
paper boat...


Jarvo 2020