The Stream
I took a walk
along the bank,
a gentle, trickle flow --
(a soothing chatter)
We spoke of
gurgles and fizzy
bubbles; of slick
stones~ the glitter of
setters’ jewels, rubbed
to treasured perfection --
taking larger pours and
deeper swallows -- like mates
on a shore-leave binge -- in that moment,
stride increasing,
the stream now a jogger’s panting run --
we jointly realized
just how great our shared dislike
for industry and beavers….
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