the canoe I should have kept...ordered this little ten foot canoe from a company in New York, I think it was called Apple canoes...it was extremely light, made of Kevlar...and extra tippy...but..I could easily carry it to and from the car to the water...I sold it to a lady who lived on the Suwannee named Eleanor...who worked at JCPenney with me...Eleanor passed away soon after I sold it to her and I often wondered what came of it. I had no business selling it to Eleanor for she really was not capable of managing such a tipsy canoe.
Eleanor Penney
picks up the boat
from the bloke where
a journey did end
Lives in a dream
Waits at the shore
wearing the life jacket
that she keeps on a wall
by the shed
Who is it for?
All the paddling people
where do we all paddle some?
All the paddling people
where do we all belong?
Father forgive them
writing these words
of a poem that no one will hear
No one blogs here
Look at him working
folding the shirts
In the night when there's
nobody there
Quietly he despairs
All the messy shoppers
Where do they all come from
All the messy shoppers
Can't I just paddle some
Ah look at all the lovely ripples
Ah look at all the lovely ripples
Eleanor Penney, died by the Suwannee
and was buried along with her canoe
Nobody knew
Father forgive them
wiping the water
from the paddle as he walks
from the shore
poor Eleanor
All the messy shoppers
(ah, look at all the messy shoppers)
Why don't they understand?
All the messy shoppers
(ah, look at all the messy shoppers)
Where did
Eleanor's canoe
land?
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