one damp
brown leather foot
after another
crept the woods
to a lake and canoe
where two
set off as few would do
to pursue the climbing amber sun
(not yet in view)
and jumping swimming fish
(deep in the blue)
the deer and bear and birds
what they saw
no one knew
This dawn poem is here already ... i brought it back to post again ... just because.
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