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From a kayak

Updated: Nov 10, 2022

The yin and yang

of silver and black

play on the liquid

inlet at dawn

reflection

sliding over tides of thought


a rippling

through ears and eyes

the soft slap and dip

of prow and paddle

finding rhythm

in water and mind

and an easing

but not to make easy

as I work the current

holding a line

past some royal spoonbills

that change legs like a child


needing to pee

glancing to the left

then right

feigning nonchalance

restless for me to pass

in peace

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