15 November 2020
By Philip Kuepper
I pass, each day,
a purple rowboat
lying upside down
on a grassy embankment,
just beyond the reach
of the tide, however high
it rises.
(14 November 2020)
15 November 2020
By Philip Kuepper
I pass, each day,
a purple rowboat
lying upside down
on a grassy embankment,
just beyond the reach
of the tide, however high
it rises.
(14 November 2020)
Hear The Boat Sing 