The Emanation

2 June 2019

By Philip Kuepper

Then, suddenly,
the sounds of the strokes of oars
aspired toward where I stood.
A single scull tore, slowly,
through the mesh of dusk,
the rower no more visible
than a shadow, who passed
with a quietness
that left me pondering
whether I had seen a rower at all.

(19 May 2019)

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