I step into the little boat,
encouraged by the peels of laughter -
and after all, such a perfect setting.
I feel the gentle warmth on my skin
that fails to warm the cold truth
and I row with all my strength.
But I am weak and fail to get far,
so I stop and drift and watch -
the mother and the child.
I am neither, no prospect of either,
I capsize and drown.
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