A man, his arm bent back, grips the tiller
of his boat, turns it towards open water,
ripping off the lake’s aluminum cover.
The boat picks up speed, jitters past our dock,
kicking up a wake, creating ripples
on the water like pearl necklaces strewn
about. He rounds the island, disappears.
The lake surface quiets. Other boats remain
at rest in their slips, their flags
Sandra lives in Minnetonka, Minnesota and is the author of a book of poetry published last year by Main Street Rag (This Distance in My Hands) and four chapbooks. Her poetry has appeared online and in print journals throughout the USA and Britain.