An Old Orange Boat

An old orange boat carried me home,
past the carillon chime of buoys
leaning with the tide,
to the old beam and post
on the Staten Island side.

You can mark this trip
in quarters
half an hour at a time
or in years, or lives.

But it is wind and water
that change the mind.
Bells, wind and water 
are the telling of the time.


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