The torch of sunrise tops the trees,
ignites the glassy surface of the lake.
Minnows schooling shallows,
scatter with my steps.
I board my boat,
evidence on my parsimony
in it’s shoddy shape.
No money spent upon it’s rotten deck!
No money for a fancy captain seat!
My morning pique relieved by golden ripples,
the wide V of my wake.
My fool’s reward,
my champagne dream,
the only gold I’ll reap today,
the only gold required,
is this reward,
this real world of water, sun, and sky!
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