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No
but I walked along
the curved banks
of a  gently gurgling
creek

woefully convincing
the enraptured water
below
how the ocean
sent me post cards
to share with
the weeping willow trees

in the early afternoon
why I could still taste the
innocent morning
in the air

as the bull frogs sung me
an opera of the dandelion's dare
branches twisted and majestic
brushed my shoulders

absently I strolled
my hands outstretched
fingers skimming the bushes
if earth had her own heaven
this backwoods creek bed
of gentle wild life
would faintly mirror
the human view of that
very concept

I alas whispered my peace
to the droplets of rain that
came to sit upon my shoulders
through their falling
such a marvelous hug life gave me.....
(Jan. 28, 2015 1203pm)