like his marriages,
three being
the charm,
his first boat sankwhile tied
to the pier, the second boat
caught fire
in the dead of winter.
the third boat,
was stolen,
someone sailed it away
one night
when the coast was clear.
and now he talks about
his next boat,
perhaps a rowboat
this time,
but this sailor
is running out of years.
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