The Canoe
The umber canoe
floats. The long curly leaves
of a weeping willow
casts eel-shaped shadows.
The mocha river
swirls when the bass are caught,
they twist the nylon lines.
The clouds are heavy
monsterous shapes; shades
of violet, deep greys-
they change the summer sky
into rain. Winds push the canoe
towards the muddy edge.
Earth colors merge; the rain-
drops bombard and rise
with the waves, wood splits.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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