Jack Leddy's Kayak Poem

Jack spent a lot of time when young in Newport harbor and around Balboa Island, Southern California.  I just ran across a poem he wrote that was published in a newspaper (the clipping does not indicate which one).  I never knew my dad wrote any poetry at all.  I do not know when this poem was written or published. 

My Kayak

To paddle a kayak through numberless
yachts
At the rate of, oh a couple of knots
That's fun, don't you think?

Like floating a toothpick through corks
in your tub
We glide past, then slide past, the
new sailing club
To float with the tide.

Puddles dip down, then flash up so
high,
We frighten the sea-gulls upto
the sky --
My kayak and I.

Jack Leddy