
Quickly! To the boats!
The water’s a painted haste!
Push! Paddle! Sail!
"I try all things; I achieve what I can"

Quickly! To the boats!
The water’s a painted haste!
Push! Paddle! Sail!
Our beginning high
we slipped in sleep and soft feet
sunk now valley deep
I worry for you –
Dawn holstered, and hope chambered –
These long mornings, drawn.
The breath of Autumn
inhaled ’til the next handshake.
Summer sneaks back in.