Summer Boat Poem by Kathleen Carlton Johnson

Summer Boat

Last cruise of summer
sliced water
same color as sky
mirror on both sides of lake.

The water, cut by the bow
ripples radiate, plume wet
hard to tell
how the bank looked
Far away and than close.
The water dark fast,
silver of perpendicular weeds
shined like a comb of stars.
Convey the wind,gained speed,
cottages dotted up and down
The contiguous land,
east and west

Sky above, sleepless,
Lowered its clouds to pink
Mist drifted between docks and tress
hanging immaculate in water. Stilled,
Waking only to the slice,
dark land, dark water
Disordered by the prow.

Words repeated,
would fail a thin message,
not this evening,
the mystery bedded,
pressed on 8 by 11 sheets.