A Boat Is a Lever

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After my student went to the doctor to
     Check out the rash speckling his
     Right hand and found out he had
     Leukemia, that the cancer had spread
     Into his lungs, then where did he go?
     I've called his number several times.
     Flat-bottom boats light in water.
     Brown brack and mud smell,
     Stumps like chewed-off candles,
     Cypress knees, knock and small
     Talk floating over water, a motor
     Chuffing off, a small blue cloud of excess
     Gasoline spreads an ugly
     Rainbow on tan water. Every
     Thing rests on its proposition
     Including smooth isobars along the bay.
     Since collective thought cannot exist
     As thought it passes into things.
     Chemo takes a few gray hairs. Mustard
     Cruises the bloodstream under a blizzard
     Of white cells. Subdued by the arbitrary,
     Suspended, the one in the boat still needs
     To row it —— to direct the muscles, to
     Maintain equilibrium with air
     And water. If water is waveless
     Then the boat reads by leading marks.
     There is nothing more beautiful
     Than a boat.