Inside was a man eager
to escape and I asked if I could
take him where he wanted to go.
to escape and I asked if I could
take him where he wanted to go.
"Can you leave a poor man alone?"
he shouted turning with disgrace
then whistled away—those rotting cheekbones.
The echo turning me back to the porch
in darkness where I saw no trace
of a man or a boat ever going.
in darkness where I saw no trace
of a man or a boat ever going.
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