They towed the wreckage into the harbor
All battered and torn.
The ship had no future
Due to the storm.
Piles of useless rubble
Doomed for the graveyard, to set sail no more.
There it sits for the highest bidder
Not worth resting on the oceans floor.
Up walked a man, happy, yet homeless
Shouted for all to hear,
claiming the wreckage damaged, yet not hopeless
If reshaped with sweat and tear.
Configuring a smile on his weathered face
He proudly proclaimed his intention:
"I see a new home with plenty of space:"
A doable transformation.
Piles of useless rubble
Now shelter's a poor man from the storm.
Although not meant any longer for water
But very useful when properly reformed.
~2010 Vaughn Wood
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