Orange, faded and tied down.
There could be nothing sadder
than canoes on a trailer
miles from the nearest river

Tied there with such hope
with such glorious aquatic ambition
now faded and gathering dust
Would they even float anymore?

If we took them down

Cut them free

Cast them adrift

Would they be sea-worthy still?
Would they ride the currents
and cut the waves
as they once did
or dreamed of doing?

Or would age and sun
and neglect take their toll?
Splitting fibreglass shells
and dissolving perished leather straps
leaving only the twisted shape
No longer a canoe
Just warped and broken plastic.

Sinking to the bottom.

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