suns pity shines
on the damaged boat,
listless resting on rocky beach
cracked paint and clouded windows,
once and a while ago
it moved on inlet
under sail and motor
bright painted with bright young things
sipping drinks,
swim shorts and bikinis
cast off bottles
peeled labels no messages
sink if not carried by current
settling with pale crabs
moving over bottom
withe sideward indifference
creations blood flowed,
and they aged,
a parked sedan
jacketed against the cold
a mans hand touched bow
feeling that old electricity,
seeing the vibrancy
that once had been
a life of splendor
velvetmedia 
Great contrast caused by time – from painted bright to cracked paint – but changed backward through memory. Well written.
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Thanks Kenneth all the best
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i tell you what…i would not mind peeling a few labels on a boat somewhere right about now…
its smoking hot here today….
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Always can be a good past time
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A lament of aging, the old boat – like faded polaroid pictures
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Thanks Bjorn all the best
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