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Recreation



Daily,
At the stroke of noon
We drift apart,
The will and the drive,
To avoid the intense heat
And glare of the sun;
You seek the cool shade
Of the trees
And I, the water
Of a lake.
Then,
Measured visually,
Three long strides
That erase fear, deprivation
And the end,
Separate us
That we two traverse
By the time 
The sun leaves the sky.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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