The Ferry at
Peel, Arkansas
One waits for
the ferry.
There is only
one.
It moves upon
Bull Shoals Lake ever so slowly,
Moving
perceptibly, but barely,
Moving with
certainty in the charmed afternoon.
We wait.
A car appears
behind us.
A man dressed
like a homeless person
Exits the car
and walks up to the ferry landing.
He, too, I think
is waiting for the ferry.
But the man
walks back to his car,
Gets in, drives
off
Without even
giving me time
To create a
story about his life.
Now the ferry
lands.
The wait is
over.
--October 30, 2013
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