Kayaking at Dusk: Rhyming Couplets
Trip Start
May 27, 2012
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Trip End
Aug 10, 2012
Floating down a river mistakenly called a lake,
turtles lay on a log, sitting in the sun to bake.
The roaring life of the city falls away,
the magic of twilight offers escape from the fray
Of people and places and dreams and desire
nothing in this moment at all should require
My attention my thoughts. I'm just chasing the swans
and dreaming of past lives, of studying on lawns.
So goes the river and so goes the sun,
sliding away, always on the run.
Kha
turtles lay on a log, sitting in the sun to bake.
The roaring life of the city falls away,
the magic of twilight offers escape from the fray
Of people and places and dreams and desire
nothing in this moment at all should require
My attention my thoughts. I'm just chasing the swans
and dreaming of past lives, of studying on lawns.
So goes the river and so goes the sun,
sliding away, always on the run.
Kha


