Boat

by Sean Platt

The hull,
with its clotted throws of paint,
cuts through mounds of broken glass.               

Oars sound their locks,         
blades catching                                       
releasing soft fragments.            

Throbs of wind, 
caught by granite walls,        
scrape across the lake.         

I feel apart–
vulnerable. 

My trespass marked
in rims of tattered lace               
confessed upon my wake.

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Sean Platt is a freelance photographer working and living in New York's Adirondack Mountains.