Lone boats
traveling to unknown ends,
drifting together and maybe apart.
But still they move,
they flow
waiting on fate's hand
to push, pull or stop
else they continue to journey like that
with no rower
till their end comes
and they wilt and rot away
like any other plank on water...
© Althea
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