I sit by the lakeside
Escaped the voices
My dog licks my feet
A mullet jumps
A little yellow boat
My Kayak, too big
Heavy and bulky but
I carry it anyway
My dog climbs aboard
'First mate Julie!" I call.
She stands guard
as I paddle.
We pass fish schools
Seaweed patches,
Broken shells that graze
The bottom of my boat
"Pirates!" I scream
As we pass
An old cruiser
Its paint peeling.
I face down
Stare down
But they are
Too great
I capsize,
My dog swims
To shore,
To stable land.
I instead stay
Bobbing beside an
Upturned boat
Unable to flip it right
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Abridged
PoetryA poetry collection dedicated to the lessons bloomed from the face of adversity.