The Last Boat – Gabrielle Meadows

The Last Boat

Do you remember when we took that boat
I got there early to wait for you
I had on a dress and my shoes embarrassed me
they were too loud for the morning

Could you feel us standing
While we watched the men prepare
Move in their work like ropes
and the way the barges touched

In the difference between the cold inside shade
and the bright light of that Saturday
they carried you
Our eyes did not adjust, we only watched

Once I took a boat trip
from the mouth of one wound to the edge of another
with your nephew and daughter and you

Gabrielle Meadows lives in Norfolk, and works in the arts. 

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