Water ripples upon sun baked rocks

glints of morning light play music

the eyes of summertime.

~

If my line can land just beyond

above the current a soft settle

might then I borrow from the pools

a master swimmer lights my reel.

~

A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal,

those small boulders like fat circles

tease the walker stepping shallow

toward some distant pool.

~

The silence in the mind

serene is a sweet mystique

while River water flows past

shielded calves.

~

I will imagine the beauty of

a soft sensuality a spiritual

moment where lives are set free.

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©️Thom Amundsen 5/2021