Walking on wine as it were, they got in a boat,
antagonists, each trying to keep afloat
while wielding oars, not in yoked accord,
but solely to knock the other overboard.
They did not see that the boat was too confined
for any lasting truth, that the certain mind
eventually meets with a wave that “cannot be”
and rolls like an empty coconut out to sea.
Gerald George of East Machias has written books on museums, historic sites and libraries, and is a citizen of Red Sox Nation.
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