kayak dreams
as I pour
down the river runway
deliver me to destine's nation
where I feel free to taxi
without the meter
of the day
envelope me in your body
and give me the option
to elope in the modesty
of your magnitude
my solitude, your waves
are majestic like rolling pyramids
where I slip haplessly
like banana peels on the elusive
heels of the faith that
you love me
there is little doubt
that I love you
and the fleet of kayaks
that drew me into
the dream that I see
every summer on the Mississippi
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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