Which of us wouldn’t like to paddle a forgotten coast?

Forgotten Coast

I thought I’d paddle
a forgotten coast,
just to feel sand scrape bottom
as I shoved off
Watch the shoreline
from two-feet off the water,
having seen it all
from thirty thousand feet

Flying too high above
leads me to faulty vision
Sometimes the flash of water
running down a blade,
the ache across the shoulders
is all there is to know,
the only thing that’s learned
from being here

And here is where I’m at,
trying to squint a bit
into a sun that blinds me
just before the time to set

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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