At the periphery of the river

I sat motionless

at the periphery of the river

gathering my thoughts

flowing

then applied to paper

pretending to be a giver

of written words

laced with humor and wisdom

as the sound of nature

kept pace with my heart.

I imagined how peaceful

life can be

released a long sigh

of relief

as conjured up words

fell into place

like rocks along the bank and floor

thankful to rest a spell like I

after listening to an orchestral score

of birds.

May you hear the same sound

be it in nature or town.

burn baby burn

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