time once again seems to have donned wings
was it already a week ago
that I caught my first glance
of the river?
here
back in the chill winds
my spirit whispers
change
in ways I don't yet understand
something caught
held, reflected
by water I have not
touched or tasted
but breathed
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i have the picture
in my mind
driving through the river
and up the road
walking the paths
swinging in the swings
checking out the river
music played
food served
it was strange
i didn't belong there
but, still
quite restful
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