The Boat behind the barn

Behind the barn, his old boat waits.
She expected to go on forever in the waves,
expected minnows, men with fish hooks, nets,
tall tales, the occasional mermaid.
That’s all long ago, those blue water memories.
These days she’s crowded with saplings—
autumn leaves dance and fall as she studies
months upon years pass
while she concentrates on becoming a forest

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