Slow Boat to Korea
I know that each boat waits for us to hop in, to bail out the water from last night's rain and ride, beating the next day's sun, whispering to ourselves that one song. leave all your lovers weeping on the faraway shore out on the briny with the moon big and shiny Our spine resting against undulations — sound and touch — throughout the inky night that covers us all, like that one Kerouac line, blinking less to notice when heaven reaches Earth, at least just for the t...