Poetry Post

Lifejacket

The canoe is beached,
Its yellow underbelly
A warm and soft plastic
Moulding around bodies.
The river exhales waves
On the shore and algae
Billows in the currents
That shudder along the
Surface -- running, running.
Two men approach, eyes
Soaking up the view of skin
And tanlines -- nature's finest.
It's hard to see the trees with
The sudden arrival of wood.
One man suggests a lifejacket
To rescue the awkward
Interaction of students and staff.
Behind sunglasses, eyes flit
And roll to the mental tempo
Of a sarcastic comeback
To distinguish the widening gap
Between the very old and the young.