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After waterfall

Posted to Action Poetry

Canoeing downriver,
I scout for sneaky rocks
you, in back, steering
current shotgun cocks,
powerless to rapids
embracing half moon boat
water tipping white now
threatening dry afloat.
All stations are ready
poised to bloody end
of magic carpet river's
rollercoaster bend.
what's ahead is fodder
for imagination's flight
river running faster
we lean into the might.
rounding mystic corner
ready for the spill
ain't no going back now
in spiral of downhill
riding out the redface
river mirrors it all,
in pools of glassy stillness
after waterfall.