the best of friends


Once upon a time there was a wooden boat. All alone by itself on a pile of rocks. It had been sitting there for God  knows how long. Since God is bipolar and shy You can’t really expect him … to respond even if you ask him This boat was old, asleep even The only life it had was the water bumping it’s side The water was a river almost barely, depressing really It once was a beautiful river Full of life, full of fish Full of pennies, full of dreams Streaming towards the sea Now it was dry, cracking up It’s only friend, a wooden boat on a pile of rocks the wooden used to belong to a little boy The little boy had red shorts.and dark glossy hair. They fished, they hung out They fought thunderstorms, they basked in the sunshine glow. The wooden boat covered the boy during the rainfall. One day they went fishing for the last time, though neither knew it. It was a glorious fish, silver and spry. It would have been delicious. There was a rock behind them,waiting like a demon in fire. A crash, a scream.
The wooden boat tried to save him, reached out with all of his splinters
The little boy cried for his mother, he sank, It was quiet, the wooden boat drifted
Drifted, on and on. Floated for miles, crying wave after wave
Invisible tears, the wooden boat finally came to a stop. On a pile of white rocks, by a shore where it had never been before.. There it sat. For the longest time, the dry cracked river was afraid of the wooden boat. The river was afraid because the river knew
They both were dying. They had been forgotten, no one cared anymore. The river once full of laughter and splashing, Jet skis and toddlers, no more. No one, some how they grew up
Got jobs, forgot about nature.. Then the garbage piled up, bad kids came with bottles
Threw everything out of their cars into the river. The river grew angry, churned but the trash stuck to the bottom. Killing the fish, killing the trees. Killing the wildlife. The river slowly died, cracked from the ignorance of humans. It hurt the river, the river once loved being the river
No more did it care, Day after day the river felt the water evaporate then finally the river gave up. Depressed alone, then out of the blue on a thin stream. Came the wooden boat
The river felt the wooden boat pass until it stopped on a pile of white rocks
There, they were together
Two in sadness, they had been through so much
The best of friends until the world crumbled
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