Two Hulls, Four Blades

Even from my speeding car,
a half mile or more away
They cut silently
through the skin of the lake
slowly, casually
two hulls, four blades
moving in unison
tandem partners
Without an urgent place to be
mid-afternoon reverie
in their smooth kayaks
down beyond, below
the hurried interstate

July 31, 2008, edits 8/1/08
Little Turkey Pond, Concord, NH
just below Exit 3 on Route 89


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