The warm drapery of sunlight
dragged across the cold
colbalt water in the Nordic
morning. The sculler
shivered as he slipped
into his scull. The quiet
drip of his oars into the lake
began the measured
conversation between
himself and rowing,
a conversation warmed
by the efforts of his strokes.
Then he felt the drapery
of sunlight brush his shoulders.
And he took the conversation
deeper into the morning.
Philip Kuepper
22 June 2014
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