Viewed through a keyhole, a speedboat provides the escape we’ve been looking for, churning along the waves, engine chewing water, consuming miles in the offing, leaving only this view through a keyhole, a speedboat pulling us – eyes growing smaller – away.
My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My first collection of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, is available now! https://amzn.to/2uNule7
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6 thoughts on “Speedboat”
peepholes certainly give a new perspective. like the engine chewing water!
peepholes certainly give a new perspective. like the engine chewing water!
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Thanks!
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Fabulous writing!
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You are too kind 🙂
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Nope, only sincere.
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Engine chewing water. Love it!
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