November Poem 2: Marina (Part 2)

When I first pushed Jimmy out to see the

Boat, I saw the change. The deep lines around

His eyes softened and the tremor in his

Arms nearly disappeared. He pointed toward

The streaks of rust that came down like runnels.

He said, just a little scraping, a coat

Of paint, and she’ll be seaworthy. He braced

With his hands on the armrests. He almost

Had the strength of the years before the chair.

The years when there was nothing better to

Straighten a man up than hard work in the

Salt air. And the strength he lacked, he brought out

In me. He bought that boat, and I saw his

Dream as I scraped that boat. I saw his dream.


Marina (Part 1)

How I Write: a Walk Through



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