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Green Canoe
A friend of mine sent me this poem from today's edition (11/23/21) of The Writer's Almanac, narrated by Garrison Keillor. The poem comes at about three minutes into the program. Maybe TCT should have a trip like this to a lake without motorboats and no dam to worry about going over where we all lay in the bottom of our boats and see where the wind and currents take us! It would sure be a different kind of trip. Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Green Canoe by Jeffrey Harrison I don't often get the chance any longer to go out alone in the green canoe and, lying in the bottom of the boat, just drift where the breeze takes me, down to the other end of the lake or into some cove without my knowing because I can't see anything over the gunwales but sky as I lie there, feeling the ribs of the boat as my own, this floating pod with a body inside it ... also a mind, that drifts among clouds and the sounds that carry over water— a flutter of birdsong, a screen door slamming shut—as well as the usual stuff that clutters it, but slowed down, opened up, like the fluff of milkweed tugged from its husk and floating over the lake, to be mistaken for mayflies at dusk by feeding trout, or be carried away to a place where the seeds might sprout. Last edited by JPTolson; 11-23-2021 at 12:37 PM. |
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