With My Family and Our Rowboat
Silver Lake
We paddle out into the blue
glistening lake. My eyes meet
with the people on shore,
suntanning and listening
to radios. We row over
to hundreds of reddish-green
lily pads and white water lilies.
Turning back into the center
of the lake, the oars look
as if they're turning cartwheels.
I jump into the cool blue
water, the lifejacket squeezing
my chest. The current drifts
me back, I catch up
and hold onto the boat's edge.
My feet dangle down below
the water's surface
as the boat carries me
closely behind.
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