Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Poet: Paul Fisher, "The Boat"

"The Boat"

"Maybe the eyes of a dragon or goddess
glare from its prow.
More likely it leaks, loses an oar,
and reeks of rainbows awash on a sheen
of gutted salmon and gasoline.
If it’s a liner, we lash ourselves
to whatever will float or sell.
No matter which. We choose. 
We’re aboard, icebergs or no, 
as we plow through the songs of the siren stars-
one boat, black water, dark whispering below."

- Paul Fisher, 
"Rumors of Shore"

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