We pedaled our bicycles steadily --
two 16 year old girls riding on the hot asphalt road.
The warm air was redolent of dead fish
and exposed black mud.

Above the harbor,
we unpacked white watercolor paper,
blue and white watercolor boxes,
tap water in glass bottles,
watercolor brushes.

An awkward rectangular boat hull
was slowly emerging on the paper.
It floated unrealistically
in a blue green wash.
I brushed the hair from my eyes.

 
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