18 March 2018

One rower arrived early,
and, in the already warm
sun, sat
against an upturned
racing shell on the pier.
He felt his body go limp.
Soon he was fast asleep,
his sleek body stretched
alongside the sleek shell.
So one did he appear
to have become with the shell,
I could not tell
them apart,
until he moved.

Philip Kuepper
(4 March 2018)