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Your little hard drive
and my great big big one:
sunken treasure beneath the boats.
Sunk like a heavy, cracked stone.
A stone I called ugly and petulant
and ugly just like you. A real sinker.
Either of us would settle to just be
small, or smaller, and rocked back
and forth. Or merely slid across the
surface: a canoe, a library card, a
note labeled withdrawal.
And just get wet like a left, leaving thing.
Over the gravel, over the oars, the skipjack
shivering as if it could do such a thing.
Your little hard drive
and my great big big one:
sunken treasure beneath the boats.
Sunk like a heavy, cracked stone.
A stone I called ugly and petulant
and ugly just like you. A real sinker.
Either of us would settle to just be
small, or smaller, and rocked back
and forth. Or merely slid across the
surface: a canoe, a library card, a
note labeled withdrawal.
And just get wet like a left, leaving thing.
Over the gravel, over the oars, the skipjack
shivering as if it could do such a thing.