The Flaneur to his delight
chanced upon the sprawling
Southwest Regional Masters Regatta
a rowing competition
1.
Saturday
The Lead-in
In search of some green grass,
in search of some shade
Odd equipage in evidence today
Long boats are coming to Oakland
On the salt-water estuary
we call a lake
It's like a festival
a floating village
of white people
Today's a day of leisurely rowing
Graft produced
Marvelous views for some people
no doubt
There's a full deck now
with a child as caller
They don't mean me
of course
RAY of FAIRYLAND
'at's me
See you tomorrow,
good people
gliding under the trees
A brief stay at the bus stop
before my ride arrives
2.
Sunday
The Competition
Where it all takes place
Is called where it's at
In the realm of the shorebird
It all happens out there
I caught an exuberant contact buzz
The men strike you as straight
and are rather restrained
The gals seem sapphic
and demonstrative
The sporting life
Serious portage goes on
all around
I'm retracing my steps
back out of the park
Hats off to all
the healthy and the strong
23-24 July 2016
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