Porpoises

These oars
Are difficult

Yet I’m advancing
Or so it seems

But the horizon
Is lost in mists

And the waves slap
My head is dripping

The sun looks
About to come out

And a drip
Shivers my back

Will it get better
Is there an end

The porpoises
Are home here

Perhaps
So am I


 
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