Kayak Poem by Maggie Wolf

Kayak



I am afraid sometimes
to look him in the eye.
I am afraid he will look back
and be scared,
for my love is like a raging river
Barely contained by the dam,
and he might be swept away.
'Do not fret my love'
He says,
'I have a kayak.'

Monday, March 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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