Also, I fixed up a couple of the ones from yesterday's post. Sloppy!
"Coming about!" He hollers
The boom swings
The boat tips
I duck, lean, and--Whoops!
The life vest bobs up and down
I stepped into the canoe
to chase the baby loon
but I rushed
and drenched myself
and my poem book
My home state returns
in the sunburn on my nose
the scrapes on my wrist
the soreness in my shoulders
and the swelling in my breast
At a concrete construction site
a whiff of pine needles
mixed with tangy lakewater
came into sense
and fooled me back to Maine
4 days ago
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