The rower had a tendency
to give name to things.
The oar, in his left hand,
he dubbed Persiflage,
in his right hand, Soporific,
simply because he liked
the sounds of the words,
the syllables, rhythmic,
as he dipped his oars in the river.
Yet, also, their meanings,
the left, light banter,
the right, calming, restful,
each in contrast
playing off the other,
to move his scull forward
with just enough tension,
while simultaneously
improving his vocabulary,
A bespoke rower, well-spoken.
Philip Kuepper
5 May 2014
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