Autumn lingers
the leaves fiercely yellow
blowing down from the
trees in showers of
gold upon our
shoulders
the river's locks
taking us down
lowering us into hidden falls
ropes dangling in space
doors clang open a
welcome
a sense of paddling through history
the current breezes us back into
a time of grain and sand
old locks frame the shore
the slow passage of
time
we travel downstream together
nine kayaks moving under
stone bridges past limestone and herons
alone in our thoughts
of journeys and
hopes.
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