When this boat comes,
its boatsman will take my
coin, dulled by the years
and I will wonder about all the ways
I never took.
I'll give every missed one
a fine name, a music in the mouth,
tending, as all lost chances do,
to the last tick of anyones clock.
And when done, the coin in his pocket, I'll abandon need and find only this pier, this boatsman... this boat.
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