Oars
I row and row,
Avoiding shorelines
As I go,
The never ending
Constant flow,
Pulls me forward
Even though,
I have no purpose,
Even then,
I row and row,
These empty oars,
Back and forth,
Until she comes
To pull me in.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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