between the banks
on which the trees reside
reaching out to touch each other
someday soon they will.
reflected in the mirror waters
they are, along with the bules
of the sky moving outward from
the strokes of the paddle
gently touching and moving
it all behind... darks and lights
all float together silently,
elegantly in the picturesque views
provided - captured from the day before
when the journey started and we
all the life around us - what it was
that brought ut back again...
this river... this beloved river.
April 2, 2025
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