MY MAKE-BELIEVE MACHINE

I try to take
two hundred strokes a day
and so far
it hasn’t been a problem.

 

There are times I wish
it were a real rowboat
and that I’d hear the water splashing
and that I’d feel my body moving
across some lake somewhere.

 

But I’m lucky to be alive
and strong enough to handle
my make-believe oars.

 

And when I close my eyes
I often go to where I used go
and find the traveling easy.

 

Memories aren’t difficult to stir
and I stir them often
on my make-believe machine.

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