Boat motors revving up, pulling out into the water past
the buoys, suddenly, like pop-up sprinklers, a water skier
comes up out of the chaotic spray of splashing water.
Speeding across the top like a duck trying to touch down,
skimming fast and beautiful, bouncing with the waves,
people standing up tall and proud like moving buoys upon
the water in the early morning.
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