Eulogy to a Sailboat

Split,
severed spine by snow,
a pale skin, glaucous beast,
splintered with wooden flesh beneath,
golden in the new sun.

Melting away,
the cold blades that broke you;
taken without a last kiss
from the lake.

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It's so magical, it's gay.
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