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.