The Skiff

Tipping over smooth rocks
she topped the steep gray cliff,
then falling through the air
I watched this ill-fated skiff.

Cold rushing crystal waters
availed to pull her down
towards sharp rocks below;
but she made nary a sound
heard over the waters flow.

My heart leaped for this
humble craft as she crashed
on granite stones below
lying near the shore mashed
into scattered bits of woe.

Then I heard the cries of alarm,
grief, and running feet
whence came this young boy
to fetch at the shipwreck
of his erstwhile favorite toy.

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