rounding the bend
my inner fragile girl
thrilled to the sound
peepers sliding up
through the mud
rejoicing in a frenzied
but even
rhythm
I could just barely
blink along
and my breath
could only
play low
accompanying chords
in answer
and still
a dream washed over me
cleansing
worries
Rounding the bend
curved wood dressed
stream
feeding their
spring mud
rang vigorously
singing along
silently
promising
cool
mists
quenching my
injured spirit
and then...
your rumbling motor
invaded my reverie
just as
I sensed
a serene
path ...
your squawking
request for direction
robbed
me of
mine
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