Photograph: Werner Schmidt

Monday, May 26, 2014

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter

As I watch him row,
his oars and arms
became one,
his powerful arms like oars
propelling his shell
through the chop
of the water, spray
clinging like a t-
shirt to his chest;
oars, arms, arms, oars
the act of propelling
allowing him
penetrate the morning.

Philip Kuepper
19 May 2014

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