Today's poem is by Corinna McClanahan Schroeder
It's Not The Bed That's a Boat
but our sleep. On a rumple
of waves, two loosed canoes.
One night I'll find you
in your wooden ribs.
I'll tie a rope. I'll climb on.
Copyright © 2016 Corinna McClanahan Schroeder All rights reserved
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