what am I doing
to care for myself
this day in May
when winds
plunge temperatures
near freezing
and the sun slips behind
the too-familiar
gray of spring?
I am donning a winter coat,
a pair of mittens
and helping him launch
the new and unfamiliar dingy
with a seatback and wheel
so that we might sit
side-by-side
on a padded bench
and feel the rushing freedom
of wind and speed
as we skim across water
rough and rippled,
the white wake
of our wanderings
disappearing
on our way to nowhere.
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