out of water

orange-vested, seated on a wet plank, he shifts

to a drier spot but the wet shifts with him.

a crowded canoe with strangers

exposes his past.

unmoored

sick

he

coughs

into his elbow

crook leeward, to keep

his contagion segregated from the

swale of chatter that marks off a habitat not his.

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