Poem, July 12, 2020

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On sunny summer days I travel in time

With the music on the breeze

And the light on the slow clouds

(Always backward, I know no future)

To steep riverbanks and wet stones

Where I stood with the rope swing in hand

And arced into the air above the blue water

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