The still water curls in concentric arcs
from my feathering paddle-tip, over
sun-clear, gravel-bottomed lengths.
City sounds and mallards feeding among gulls
drift through the receding swirls as I meander,
alert to wind-shift, blade and balance.
early 1980's
after paddling Omer Stringer's
12 foot birch back canoe
in the cement pond at Harbourfront,
Toronto
from Providence and the Itinerent
and Selected Works
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