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Paddling Fish Creek

Paddling Fish Creek

 

In our separate kayaks we explore,

you fishing, casting hope beneath the water.

I paddle the other direction, face turned toward the sky

making cartoon characters out of clouds.

 

My eyes drift down, to where the creek fills the harbor.

I see a snapping turtle dive, digging the water

claws stretched out, legs pulling and pushing

shell shifting back and forth with each grasp of water.

 

I don’t know how long the doe was watching me,

water dripping from her mouth, a slip of grass

dangling from her lips; brown eyes fixed on me,

her body still, except for the twitch of white tail.

 

I hold my breath, my paddle poised

motionless in midair. The doe and I,

locked in a stare, our quickening hearts

beating as one.

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