i came upon the dougon
far from Suwannee facing down
plying the open blue sky
paddle strokes never dying
rippling toward the gulf
against eternal shores brush
in dougon two friends
gliding quietly over springs
into the dark river narrows
past the flowing forevers
to the tupelo honey haven
ripples by paddles making
golden streams only dougon knows
beyond the bends and rocky shoals
scribed upon the back
every scrape and water lap
still the ripple in the shade
til once again currents assuade.
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