The Fast Ferry

the fast ferry
runs on a very calm sea
like a pen
writing on a very
clear paper
leaving
a trail of some
words, thoughts

about loved ones
who perished
one night

the same calm sea
swallowed
a very big boat
and having
satisfied itself

to the full
like a boa
on bulging stomach
it rests
and closes its eyes
and sleeps

beside the fast
ferry
where i ride
are dolphins
accompanying
this
silent
merrymaking
of the mind

the eyes
look at them
still puzzled

quizzical
the heart
is still unaccepting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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