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  • Gary Hunter

Losing my Paddles - August 5, 2020

a day of heavy use

and left in the boat at sundown

they slipped out of their holders

and sank into the inky abyss

the panicked morning search

afternoon’s suspension of the hunt

a moonlit dinner at

a stranger’s kind table

offers of assistance lodging

handshakes hugs

Good Luck’s

adventure restarts

a sea-tossed morning

now sporting sails

I tack towards

a new horizon


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