Hot day in July

Upstream out of sight is where I’m going
To buy gas for the boat.
Adams MArina is a couple of miles up
On the Snye; I have a route that I vaguely remember
Out back of the island
Then directly up the back channel
‘Til I hit the cut through weed beds
Directly over to Snye,
And I come in just a minute or so
Above Adam’s Marina.

I don’t have much gas; in fact,
The gauge says I’m almost empty.

Does this sound like an alllegory I’m trapped in?
I’m just going to get gas for the boat . . . .

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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