The Boat

An orange sweater’s spread-eagle on the floor.
The Lhasa Apso cries to the melody
a grand piano churns out despondently.
The taxi cab ignores pedestrian gestures.
An Oreo splits to reveal lost dreams
of ponies and D-train adventures.
The scientists’ Q-tips scour blackberry-
and Skippy-stained kitchens, searching for
a clue, a crime.  The ephemeral blizzard
of a snowglobe evaporates babies’ tears.
Rocking chairs still ride along, chasing
after the weasel who ratted them out. 
“The boat,” they whisper.  The black and white photo
of that goddamn boat, 1947.

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