The Crew Poem by Richard Greene

The Crew



A crew is out for early practice
caressing the morning air
with rapt strokes
cleaving the smooth water
with rhythmic thrusts
feeling no doubt
it’s good to be young
and drowsily awake
stretched out on a long-limbed river
this fine spring morning.

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