In The Wake

by Johnsienoel

Any form of exertion would defile
what we are trying to do
here - absolutely nothing.
Two weathered men grunt
corpulent, excuses for not sitting idle
chores to be done.
An outboard motor breaks
the surrounding silence
morning's thrum has begun.
Mallards carve V's
in their wake, rippling wastes
bob lily pads, overgrown.
A seagull laughs
and a loon wails
lah-ooh-nah, lah-ooh-nah
crying summer's
departing feathers
molting into fall.