Darkness lifts although it’s winter
and we lob sticks into the river.
They’re drifting free encased in bark
and, as we walk, the river quickens.
Off they rush under branches, shoots,
until they slow in pools.
We walk away, extending feet,
bending knees, as these two float
together, trusting Tao, and God and Power,
Lady Luck.
Were you playing Pooh sticks? Another nice one. You are a prolific poet!
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Very nice. Evoke old scenes for me. I like, "..., as we walk, the river quickens."
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