“Yellow Boat”

To commemorate what would have been my father’s 90th birthday today, a reprint of my poem, “Yellow Boat,” first published in Tipton Poetry Journal, #28 Summer 2015

Yellow Boat

                Ya no anclará sino en mis duros sueños.—Pablo Neruda

My father had a yellow boat,

wooden, cared for,

with varnished trim

and cleats of shining chrome.

A vessel of tidy demeanor.


My father rebuilt our house

from its fall from grace—

clapboard and shingle,

a farmhouse once,

sturdy with porch and gables.


My father lives in a yellow house,

careworn if clean,

cared for by others,

the joists of memory suspect,

lost vessel sailing still.

–Robert Weibezahl


Old Timer


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