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.
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