by Mary Ann Meade

No one saw my sister row out.
No one saw her hew an oar
In her crib at night.

You see, I do not know the ways
Of current. I only know
I bought the canoe

In the new dollar store.
For my sake, say
I did not buy an oar.

I did not buy an oar.

Illya's Honey Literary Journal

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