Off To College In a Kayak
Tip of her kayak
Tears
At the tissue of Torch Lake
In its morning middle
New sun floating blurry
A half-deflated balloon
Struggling on a string above the hills
Fists of fog like marble hands
Warming themselves in the steam
From the night-chilled water
I can barely see our daughter
Out there
Lit
Like a dragonfly
On the petal of a blue flower
The ends of her pink paddles
Slowly
Beating up and down
Along her sides
Wings
Testing the delicate air
Making her way to the other shore.
I put my binoculars down.
Next week she leaves for Marketing school in college.
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