Kayaking on the Erie Canal
The Mother Press for poem

amiable librarians

phallically fuck,

I write

   One day...
after a particularly lovely kayak ride on the Erie Canal, a journey which began in my own back yard, I decided to share my joy with my daughter, a poet. Perhaps this simple poem of praise would inspire her to take up this wholesome activity. After all, like many people of a literary bent, she's excessively bookish and would clearly benefit from the warm climate of our Buffalo Springs and Summers. Children, I find, however insistent upon their independence, often adopt parental habits. I wished to pass on to her my passion for daily exercise in the glorious outdoors.