There is a boat offshore.

It has a grass green hull and mint green sails.

A vermillion flag ripples atop its mast.

Its countenance is like the jaunt of a cocky sailer’s cap.  

This angle splits the sea with speed…

Actually no, we are having a vision, or lying; we are not quite sure. 

Whatever the case, there is no boat, not here anyway.

In reality, we are looking at a roll of paper towels on a wood table. 

And a fork. 

A roll of paper towels, a fork and a wood table.

And, if we’re being honest, there’s quite a lot more on the table.

Also, we are not here anymore.