Joe made a paper boat.
He floated it in the bathroom sink
For probably an hour,
Rejoicing in its (temporary) durability,
Which was, in truth, far longer than expected.
He came in to show me his white and wrinkled hands,
Mentioned that the boat was gone . . .
Down the drain.
“But it’s just paper . . . It will be fine,”
He said, as the remaining water
Drained
Very
Slowly
Away.
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