There's a dog
Sitting on the front
Of a boat.
There's a man rowing,
Silently.
When his oars
Touch the water
There is no splash,
So many are the
Years of practice
To perfect his stroke.
The years
Of out at dawn
And back at dusk
With the day's haul
Lying between
Him and his dog,
Silently.

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