18 July 2018

Bronzed bold rowers
cut across a backdrop
of a purple and apricot sunset.

The hot day cooled.
People stood silhouetted,
like a wrought iron fence,
along the shore, watching
the rowers row home.

Their oars honed
the water, made the water their own,
the quiet water taken
by the bronzed rowers,
the water not averse
to becoming one with the human
will to conquer.

Philip Kuepper
(1-2 July 2018)