The home is clean, floor
swept, dock scrubbed, laundry done and put away. Summer draws to a close today for this old
man. It’s all neatly wrapped and packed
away. My lover sleeps as I sit and watch
the river will end with the posting of this blog. I walked away yesterday,
testing the waters I suppose, and turned and looked back at her and she was a
sight; nestled in the hill surrounded by the forest laying up our mountain. She’s not a home as much as a dream, a safe harbor
for old bodies and old boats that need one, a fine port in the sea of aging;
our Fair Haven.
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