7 acessos
Sailboat floats steadily along my windowsill
where's it going today?
maybe to the moon and back
who knows?
sails flapping from the wind
they're crashing everywhere
will they be alright?
will all the people be alright?
make a loop of floss around their wrists
they'll be tethered and bound to the earth by gravity
there goes my boat
I missed my boat
it's okay; another comes tomorrow