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by Eric Schoonover
Maybe we’ll go down to the beach
letting the water come up to our knees.
There’s a skiff there, in the weeds,
empty and waiting, its oars akimbo:
inviting. We’ll troll, maybe, my fingers
over the side, to feel the water
mutter and slide, catching so many
motes as my hand can hold. But then
the plash and now the squeak of the oarlocks
do take us away, furtive. Maybe I’ll look
at your legs, brown, and beyond, facing me
and maybe I’ll think of our love that’s
always been held by the water.
Maybe we’ll float off the boat
and our bodies will then drift
to the isles where it all began.
Where maybe we’ll hold so
tight, against the harbor’s
famed serpent, now wilting, sliding
our firm lustrous bodies into a lasting kiss.

SPollack Photo
Eric Schoonover is a writer living in Gloucester. His most recent book, Telling Tales: A Gathering of Stories was published in 2016. Harboring, a novel about a Gloucester artist, will be published in 2018.
A beautiful poem of living and loving and letting go to eternity.
Martin Ray
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Lovely
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Very fine …
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I spent hundreds of happy childhood hours in my Montgomery skiff. how many oceans I crossed, I lost count. Pirates fought off; ditto.
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