pickup boat

We use the old tub most days
getting from island to mainland
carrying groceries, passengers,
refrigerators—we depend on her.

She needs new upholstery
and some canvas repairs.
Her main advantage is
nobody wants to steal her
unlike the previous two
that vanished into the sky
for all I know.

The voice on the phone
sounded stressed.
It was the marine mechanic:
“Hate to bring bad news on a
Monday morning, but
the gear casing bellows
need to be replaced,
the shift cable is breaking
and—I have a list I could give you,
but I think this has to be done.”

Of course it has to be done:
any poor beast that works so hard
will wear out and must be repaired.

People not used to boats—
kids and other optimists—
are always impressed
by the old tub; they hear
the power of the engine
they see the wake and spray.

I see a reliable pickup boat
that suits our needs
and deserves to be fixed.

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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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