Thursday, March 25, 2010

Woodpussie

My uncle once rescued an old sailboat, a Woodpussie,
from the bottom of Tiburon Harbor and parked it on our hillside.
It sank into the dirt, the only tide it ever saw was a steady sea of grass.

One spring I planted bulbs in large cans, and arranged them on the deck,
the boat was a riot of color, but watering them was my undoing.
The gophers smelled food and chewed thru the bottom of the boat,
climbed up the deck and into the pots just to get to them.

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