Wednesday, June 22, 2022

To Erie Down Canadaway

follow the glassy green shine 
rippling on the water 
beneath the hemlock boughs
wind through the shadowed canopy
splitting the low summer sun into splinters of gold
flecks flitting in the rivulet ethereal fish
swimming to the open of the inland sea
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