What Propelled Him

oars

It was not lost on him,
the parallel
of his oar that powered him
and the oars that powered his shell.

They were liquid,
the mediums he rowed,
mediums receptive
to his prowess,
his stirring up them
and, afterwards, the absolute
calm in which he left them.

Such liquid bodies longed
for him to appear.

Philip Kuepper
29 August 2014

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