Boundary Waters
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The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
My favorite time of day.
Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola
and then touching again.
He still felt her kiss and touch
on cheek and hand.
He smiled at the bundle.
Everything I need and more.
Sometime back a ways,
paddling easy in a light chop,
he had forgotten to worry about it.
What did doctors know.
Resting, he had taken a cookie
from the bundle and ate it,
looking at each bite before.
Dusk left him and the canoe went on,
paddle easy,
paddle strong, paddle easy, paddle strong.
Surely, he had crossed it by now.
And surely who gives a-
His sudden laughter startled a Great Blue Heron.
It flew up, its wings a miracle.
The man let the canoe drift
and looked to the beautiful darkening sky.
He took another cookie from the bundle.
I am ready.
I am ready.
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2017
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