Hidden away in this rotten harbor, between the cat tails and murky water.

Although it's just a hazard to many and is slated to be removed – 

the ships sunken to shallow bottom, the boardwalk falling away.

They don't see its new purpose;

A kingdom, a small pallet of bricks rearranged by children into a vast kingdom.

A family getaway, a tackle box and fishing rod sit at the end of the boardwalk.

A meetup spot, a small pile of cigarette butts and ash have developed on a side of the boardwalk.

A hiding place, canned food sits in a small pile in a corner of the small house.

A date spot, beanbag chairs sit–haphazardly thrown into a corner.

Although everyone uses it, it’s so dejected

the outside slowly falling away.

It now sits here, alone, solely watching over the lake

Its glory days are now nothing but half-hearted dribble in history books.

It is a small paradise, a slice of heaven on earth

Offering what little warmth it has in its old worn-down shell can.

Hidden away in this rotten harbor, the harbor sits

maybe in a less cruel universe it would be loved and this would be more than –

It's last night.