Boat Ride
We went on a boat ride
on the Ohio.
The river boat
paddled almost to the Mississippi
then it turned
ever so slowly into the night.
The dark steps of the waves
drowned our words.
We eavesdropped
on a language put together
from the splashed glances
of the moon.
It was all so barely concealed
a part submerged affair
we were having
with the shadowy heat
the slow churning depths.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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