sandy rest
red rowboat
a little shabby with age
sits on a Brasilian shore
now and then an adventurous wave
lifts its stern
reminding it of trips over the waves
forewarning it of those to come
red rowboat waits
oars ready in its oarlocks
Theme for this issue submitted by Lynne Bronstein
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