a new version of a riverboat, nothing fancy
but it's home, the gentle rhythm of the stream
rocks him to sleep, he lassos his boat to the
bank and dozes off, hopeful that another
day will come without a visit from the police.
it's dawn and we walk across the bridge,
the tip-tap of our feet will drift in and out
of his dreams and he'll turn in his sleep
and doze off again.
he was there three days and disappeared.
the police came, his dreams were
shattered.
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