The Neversink

Written by: Wayne Sapp

Balanced on a Red Rider wagon,
a wooden boat with flaking paint; 
split transom
poorly repaired.  Ten year olds
with borrowed tools, untrained
in fixing leaks, or boats,
or knowing what a transom was.
     Christened the "Neversink,"
but often did, with bamboo fishing poles askew,
the used nine sixteenth nut sinkers
spilling into warm water;
     sunfish laughing.
A doomed soup can ship, 
crewed by worms,
going down.
Young toes to search the liquid silt
     for clams.