Water Walking
Lush are the river banks,
plush the mellow yellow reeds.
Cattails prong the sky
in stiff array.
A day for leisurely walks
by a rippling creek
or boating in the broad stream
of slow musing thoughts.
My love is a mermaid
I made from pink champagne
and daydreams.
She recalls these words,
whispers to me
of green wood’s long drowned,
of snow white swans
as large as manta rays.
If she had a hand to hold
it would be mine,
I would take it and bless it
just as a roaming river
has blessed my winding path
this way
and that.
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