Dad’s old wooden boat.
My starship.
Friends, sunsets, sowing our wild oats.
Day’s spent in starship all alone.
Dad crying out, come in!
Another daydream blown.
My first kiss under the full moon.
Later, I wept there too,
like the world would end that June.
One less boyfriend, but starship left me whole.
I really miss the nights the Milky Way,
reached down and stole my soul.
It seems strange to be back here in starship.
I never thought I’d weep here again.
Even though I’ve said goodbye to you, dad.
I’d give anything to hear you call me in.
Photo:”Girl on the Boat” by William Oxer
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