Longer boats
31/Atlas
There were boats bobbing
in the bay of Panacea
I’m not certain the kind
Stevens sang of
Possibly dreams of aliens
Possibly the type Wallace
wrote of
I don’t know why Mary
dropped her pants
in the sand
let a parson come and take
her hand
From a child there has been
a longing
for the boats
for the deep sea out from
Panacea.

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