ROWING AT SUNSET
Feathered blades skip over the waves
As I lean back into the westerly wind
That encases and straightens my arrowing scull
Crossing the cove to the river’s bend.
A raftful of cormorants watch me pass,
Rubber necks circling like periscopes.
Awkwardly, I too twist to survey
Over each shoulder the liquid highway
And pause, outrigger oars held flat,
To let a motorboat rocket by
That flushes up the black spectators
Frantically flapping in disarray.
They settle again as sinuous swimmers,
Casually dipping for fishy hors d’oeuvres,
And I resume my water skimming,
The sun as I turn a glory in my eyes.
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