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"Canoeing" written in 2011
Millions of drops
Collect, creating a liquid lane,
Buoying the green canvas
As it glides over the Earth.
Dragonflies zoom by,
Their wings’ rhythm constant
As the snarl of a marching band snare.
Out ahead sprawls a vast glassy screen
Upon which the sky is thrown upside down.
Looking into the glass,
I meet my twin staring blankly back up at me.
That spirit is a part of the Woods.
He lives here without concern
For grades or parental control.
The other is enslaved
By daily tennis practice
And the paper route past Mrs. Johnson’s house.
The horizon reveals rolling ridges
Swollen as a sleeping black bear’s belly.
As my eyes journey
Over the slope of the hill as it falls into the earth,
My imaginary world comes crashing down
As Paul, the “trailblazer” of the North, reminds me of reluctant responsibility,
Hollering: “Hurry up Grant, your dinner’s already cold!”