That boy in a boat
out in the channel
cannot be older
than ten.
He tugs on a rope,
hoisting anchor up;
but it falls back in
again.
Frantically pulling,
it's anchors away,
as he slowly drifts
right by.
He acts afraid, so
I smile and wave,
but he gives me no
reply.
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That man over there
on the water’s edge,
I know that he’s a
wizard:
whitest flowing hair,
wooden magic staff,
seated by his dragon
lizard.
Is he waving “Hi,”
or casting a spell?
Oh why did I drift
his way?!
Heaven help me get
out of range before
I become a toad
today!
~gj duerrschmidt
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