Paralympic Kayaking and The Able Bodied Rain That Follows

Banks swept forward fast
with weed wear and nettle tear
like gelled hair dark teen’s fringe.
Rain fell.
Horizon line held up
gray ship strong
bouncing along the tree top fringe.
Rain fell.
Water bumbled and rumbled,
petering out around the mouth
foaming, intolerable, rabies torrent.
Rain fell.
Kayak leant and bent to bold river current
white teeth that appear on waves
and cave in on bow boat ridge.
Rain no longer fell.

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