Experience


The kayakers arrive in the dock 

Like fugitives who don’t want to leave

They glide and linger in the water

Their green, yellow and red flotation vests bright in the sun

Their eyes are wide like a mountain of joy

They disembark and thank their guide

And talk incessantly of returning

They live faraway.

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