The sky flows into the house
and over the reflected water.
I am a forgotten old boat
that is filling up with sky.
The purple and blue skies
hold birds above the house,
and breathe about the boat.
I can taste the fresh water
in the air, the soft water
giving color to the skies.
I am a forgotten old boat
moored by a weary house
in serenity.
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