An Evening by the Lake
Along this pebbled path I walk
And glimpse the reeds that
guard the lake.
Continue on, I’m at the
edge.
I fling a pebble through
the air.
I watch it skip, one two,
three times.
A blue jay flies by with a
squawk.
Cast off my shoes to cool my
toes.
I see some minnows
wiggling there.
I have no need for phone
or clock.
The setting sun is colored
pink.
I watch a row boat reach the
dock.
I will return, I make a
pledge.
A fisherman stops by to
talk.
A beautiful day, we allege.
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