Water wound its way along a deep course

Through rocks and past a man scratching

A printed card, as though his life depended on it.

Flowing on, it nibbled at a woman's newly painted toes

And washing her meandering thoughts with earthy colours,

She laughed as leaves fell about her feet.

A sound raised the man from floating dreams and

Turning he thought he saw a deer drink at river's rim.

Dark tree trunks can hide so much from view.

He rose from his rock and walked away.