C is for Canoe



In a canoe at night

my grown-up daughter

takes the stern

her J-stroke confident.


In the middle

we rest our paddles.

The quiet fills with crickets

and the small lapping of waves.


We crane at the stars till

our necks won’t let us.


She sighs.

I hear smiling

in her breath.


I want to say something

about the stars, lovely

and too close for June.


I point to a corner of sky.

A shooting star

skims a shower down

and we gasp together.


We drift.

The canoe rotates

back to the house.


Over our shoulders

we feel the shimmery

fall of a dying star.

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*This is a rewrite of a poem I posted a few posts back, July 2018.

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