River of Life

I reside in a canoe,
floating quietly down
the river of life.

Two kids sit
rambunctiously before me.

My wife
at home
perched before
the piano.

My father
pilots the
boat.

Lines are cast,
stones are skipped.

Driftwood becomes
weapons used to defeat
invisible enemies.

While limestone
carved by river currents
provide a pristine dance studio.

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