Oar Maybe Not
I rowed for what seemed like an hour;
the water gurgled oh so pleasantly.
I had the morning to myself:
no other boats as far as I could see.
Warmed up, I soon increased my stroke,
And pulled as I had never pulled before,
the legs on fire, heart thumping fast,
sweat ran in rivulets from every pore.
The timer dinged, so I got up,
flipped off the lights, and shut the basement door.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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