while stranded on a deserted
island
with no food, or water,
no shelter, or way
to get home again,
I find a bottle with a note
in it
washed ashore,
I take the note out and
read it while sitting
in the wet sand.
hey, it says. it's me.
how are you?
I miss you and wonder
what life could have
been like if we had made
a go at things.
write me back and let
me know how things are going.
I laugh and stand up in
my ragged clothes.
I stroke my beard and look out
past where the waves are breaking
and see a small boat
with someone in it waving.
she has a picnic basket
and is wearing a large white
hat. a yellow scarf
is around her neck. slowly she
rows in to save me.
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