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Dear Lily,
The other day, I was sitting on a gnarled dry branch
Right above the river. Doing nothing. This felt exciting enough.
And comforting. And furry squirrels arced about in circles and eights nearby.
Geese entered the water; one looked up at me, once,
As if to say something, changed its mind, and continued sloping down
To the tiny river wavelets. I saw a rabbit, moments later;
It was crouching; and gazed straight at me, rudely
Then scurried away as soon as I smiled.
They all had something in mind you know,
Something I would have loved to say to you tonight.
With love,
Me
`
Dear Lily,
The other day, I was sitting on a gnarled dry branch
Right above the river. Doing nothing. This felt exciting enough.
And comforting. And furry squirrels arced about in circles and eights nearby.
Geese entered the water; one looked up at me, once,
As if to say something, changed its mind, and continued sloping down
To the tiny river wavelets. I saw a rabbit, moments later;
It was crouching; and gazed straight at me, rudely
Then scurried away as soon as I smiled.
They all had something in mind you know,
Something I would have loved to say to you tonight.
With love,
Me
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East River Flats, Minneapolis, MN,
November, 2008
