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I love your poems Keith! I like the rhythm...nice and slow.
Ushers excitement of new love...
Keep it coming!
On a rock-strewn bank of Buffalo, a spinner's cast from Hollow Tree, I sit, rod propped on a locust limb, pilfered from a beaver's domainand watch the fallen leaf that drifts where line and water meet, catch briefly in a twitch of false triumph.