Tag Archive | prose

Love On A Rainy Day

boat I worked all day, and I worked all night. I would not stop, could not stop because I was building a boat. I built that boat, that I hoped would float, to carry me far away. I gave the boat to my true love hoping for the best. From our boat, we sailed away unsure where we would go. The strange thing is, the boat was sound but it sailed us right back home.