Boats
I let some boats sail away Once upon a time. I was eight, we gathered our herd, Silent builders at work, Near the neighbourhood big puddle. Each boat mightier than the previous Little drops on their mast bogged them. We let them sail, blew them further. Winner got the bounty, Two Éclairs from each fallen captain. Ronnie won every time, Master Sailor, we called him. Little palms, muddy, raw Red, scratched, patchy Exchanged the loot. It was black, for the parents mustn’t know T