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There is a red boat.
This much we know.
It is small. The wave is not.
There may have been a boy.
But then again, perhaps not.
There may not have been a boy.
The boat isn't saying.
We have searched the painting carefully.
We have looked in the wave, behind the wave, inside the question itself.
Nothing.
Just the boat.
Just the sea.
Just the magnificent indifference of both.
Perhaps the boy is coming.
Perhaps the boy has gone.
Perhaps there never was a boy and the boat simply decided.
We may never know.
The boat is fine with this.
The real question — the one that will follow you home,
There is a red boat.
This much we know.
It is small. The wave is not.
There may have been a boy.
But then again, perhaps not.
There may not have been a boy.
The boat isn't saying.
We have searched the painting carefully.
We have looked in the wave, behind the wave, inside the question itself.
Nothing.
Just the boat.
Just the sea.
Just the magnificent indifference of both.
Perhaps the boy is coming.
Perhaps the boy has gone.
Perhaps there never was a boy and the boat simply decided.
We may never know.
The boat is fine with this.
The real question — the one that will follow you home,