Our Captain

3 October 2021

By Philip Kuepper

Each of us rowers
crossed our fingers,
like oars at rest.
We measured our breaths,
to breathe, as one, with him,
to help him through the operation.
We sit, again, oars, uncrossed,
readying them to row.

(26 September 2021)

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