Land Boat
(a riddle)

Call it a land boat of sorts
the poles are masts
raised into place every morning,
flags flapping a beckoning

these ropes resemble oars
planted in the ground
each pulling parallel to the other
with some distant drumbeat

canvas flaps and catches in the breeze
spreads to a winding of cranks

if the wind is right
it will lift and breathe
ribs bending outward
like an animal

and when it leaves
it leaves at night
and trails a wake
of sawdust on the ground,
trampled grass
where feet have been