No sense there is to a canoe seat
Surest way to tip and dip in an ice cold lake
Comfort’s lofty tease soon tells the lie
Aloofness spurned, left sputtering
But venture down on tender knees, hips low
The foregone seat mere incidental brace
With water lapping close, dip paddle gently
Then, caressed and caressing, flow as one
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved.
