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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Up the Creek Without an iPad

Up the Creek tonight
Without an iPad or pen
Near to hand
All the better that I
May now commit
The sanctity of this evening
To long term storage
Closing my eyes
To see every passing ripple
And crease along the surface
Lodging deep as an icon
Within the innermost ear
Right where the cochlea
Abuts cognitive functioning
To be embedded forever
Like the refrain 
Of a popular song

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My friend Peter Rippon visited us earlier this summer and we had a chance to paddle on the Creek just before sunset.  And then later we walked out to the pier on Bay Avenue to watch the moon rise over Shinnecock Bay.  Here is one of Peter's drawings that seems well matched to this particular poem.  By the way, Peter often uses an iPad for sketching, which may also help you better understand the title of the poem.

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