The door was red
Squeaky with time,
Grey brick crumbled
But this place is mine.

The windows had tears,
Crystalline eyes,
Witness to many greeting
Long laughs and goodbyes.

Suddenly light
I'd escape that room
Out through he back
Into afternoon.

Our dock was wooden
And sweyed in the river,
The breeze swung low
Making lives shiver.

There in the mud
Memoried grew tall,
Thinking of my past,
that old bowling ball.

Light played through the cracks
Betraying fish eyes,
They loved my bait
But my hooks they despised.

I sat on the dock,
I cast my line,
Into the water behind
The marina that's mine.