A summer sun settles
silently over a lakes
glass top
two shadows
within the impulse
of beauty
glide
over deep blue
waters
long wooden oars
respond willingly
to the love of pulling
as we press away
delicate ripples
from the bow
we evaporate over
the surface
blending into
the company
of natures pleasure
the shoreline is the
treasure of our welcome
Roger Singer 