by Todd Genge

Created on: January 29, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Beached Sunset is the title of this particular poetic memory.

"Thanks, I've never done this before,"
He says as we push the craft away from the shore
In an orange canoe we start on our way
Across the Salmon River in the middle of the day
The water below icy cold to the touch
In our hands, the brown polished paddles we clutch
Like floating on air or carving blue glass

The clouds in the sky make the sun shine like brass
While we let the current drag us along
The ocean nearby plays us a song
The beach sides ahead, they crumble away
Back to the seafloor, for decades they'll lay
Along we walked picking up pieces of the sea
And caught a glimpse of a sea bird flying ever so free
Like a kite in the sky, it soared up above
My troubles seem light on the wings of a dove
But no dove will you find on this spit by the sea
Only a lonely seal pup staring at me
Glossy black eyes, sparkle like stars
In "Arabian Nights", as seen from afar.
As the sunset begins, and cloud colors change
We dragged the canoe of the color orange
To the spot where we landed just and hour ago
As I looked back, the sun fell ever so low
With the fleeting daylight fading, and evening setting in
It's been quite fun to take my friend someplace he's never been.

By Todd Genge 11:05 pm Jan. 9th 1998

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