The remnants of a heavy shower

Lie scattered on the roads,

An assortment of twigs,

Droves of soggy leaves,

In summary,

All manner of litter - 

And in its midst,

A soaking wet boat, made of paper,

Coming almost undone,

Yet intact enough,

To let it be known

That it once was, a cherished boat;

Perchance set asail

With wishes on its tail

To guide it along,

But wishes, we know,

Can’t control the flow

Of the gushing waters

On the road,

Nor indeed, of the rush of emotions,

That hold

A helpless heart captive.

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