Blue Tarp Special
Blue tarp special
Cold and plastic
Slapping and blowing
Slap slap slap
The hard bottom of the boat was not comfortable
I wished I had kept my cozy pillow here
But it was inside, safe
Why had I not run for the house?
Where hot chocolate was sitting next to
a bag of marshmallows
The rain was faster now,
pelting the tarp
Cold rain. I knew
For there was a hole in the tarp
at the top of the base of my neck maybe
I could smell the dead catfish
that was in this boat with me yesterday
Dhramn. I wish I had run for the house!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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