a silver sheen on the water
black silhouettes of the palms
and cool air rising from the bay
how could I wish more serenity
racing shells glide in the afterglow
of pink and tangerine and navy
where their anonymous occupants
keep pace with reflected rowers
the sun's radiance is almost gone
a moment in an image of perfection
a memory like a quaint photograph
an awareness of what is left behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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