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The Paddle Dips Rhythmically
The paddle dips rhythmically in the tepid water.
See the dribbles as it crosses over the canoe.
In it goes again with hardly a murmur
As the ripples silently dissipate.
Forward we glide, disturbing little,
Asking for attention even less.
But we notice, we take mental notes
Of the way the river meanders,
How blue herons remain statuesquely
Among the bull rushes lining the shore,
How red-winged blackbirds flit from tree to tree.
We follow their brief flights visually.
The soft splash as a fish jumps athletically
Catches our eyes, as does its brief coronet
Of sparkling water drops.
Peace. Peace.
The water laps around us.
We are home.
