a gentle flap of wings, soar
so soft i could imagine doing
up pass those treetops, glide
to lake's surface, land splash
stop like ski after letting go
bubbles popping, ripples flow
cold crystal water on my feet
i can see my face shadowy pic
beard have grown tattered pants
a long shiny stick well planted
am holding keeping most my weight
while i watch nature, really great
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