A stack of canoes banked
on a rack beside the canal
between two lakes is a chain
gang of my former lovers. Release
the bungee cord fasteners, free
one from the group to use. Glide
through flat water
on a sunny afternoon till it turns
into black sky and heavy rain. Plunge
the paddles, pick up the pace.
If I don’t return
this one, I won’t get another
one to damage—or
be damaged by.