I Can’t Sell My Kayak…She Knows Too Much (Ode to My Best Friend Big Blue) I can’t sell my kayak…because she knows too much. The sun The clouds The heat and skin soaking humidity The bone aching cold and numb fingertips The calm conditions fucking with my equilibrium The wind gusts challenging my grit and soul My confidence My uncertainty The sunrises and camp coffee The sunsets with coconut rum The white sand and turquoise waters The intoxicating smell of muck and oyster bars The deafening silence in the fog The belly laughs with friends in the mangroves My sobbing while solo
My elation when kayaking with…my other best friend The journey and not The destination The dire need to pee The relief when I finally could The soul drenching happiness being on the water The dichotomy of happiness when I pull into the driveway I can’t sell my kayak...Big Blue...we’ll always be best friends…because you know too much
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Bob Everson
9/7/2020 03:17:25 pm
Awesome read once again! I love the pictures too!
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June
9/7/2020 06:45:03 pm
Beautiful prose. ❤️
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Frank Oley
9/8/2020 08:13:37 am
Awesome job once again Dorsey! I loved the catchy title.
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AuthorDorsey DeMaster embraced kayaking after retiring from 38 years in aviation. She lives near Crystal River, Florida. Archives
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