White bird – learning to row – quadrille for dVerse

“and take it up” he says

“in 3…2…1…”

and for a moment

my arms and legs

hit synchrony,

and so do yours,

and we are a bird –

a petrel, skimming

the surface

of the water,

and that flight,

just glimpsed,

is everything.

My second quadrille of the day. Our word is “up”, and De is hosting at

dVerse, where the poets hang out.