The paddle was right there
next to pier pillar
under the blue water jetty
I took it with both hands
and held it real tight
as I settled into the orange keen kayak
The paddle sliced into the water
and assumed a power of its own
as it propelled towards the beginning of the sun
I felt the water spray
as my new life was formed in my mind eye clay
and my oar held a future from pure hope born
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