The Boatman Speaks

The Boatman Speaks

The boatman
Looked at me, his hair grown a longer grey, stringed instrument in hand, he said:
You give me hope.
And I knew exactly
what he meant;
Little did he know that
He gave me more.
And as I walked away
His music rang
All that much stronger,
Into currents of the summer breeze
And across all
the flowing waters.

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