Cedar slats and ribs
Sharp brown knife in the water
Shiney new canoe
How thin the wood wall
That curves two ways around me
As I paddle home
This canoe seats two
As the sun sets I plow home
With one place empty
Knees chaffed by cedar
Kneeling for hours working
Bright hardwood paddle
Wiley pike looks up
Wooden bubble floats above:
My cedar canoe
Hickory paddles
Stab and rip black silk water
Through green lily pads
Waveless glassy lake
Sound of a couple laughing
Canoe almost still
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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1 comment:
Very nice. I love Haiku's.
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