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  • There are times when I'm satisfied
    in tune with the universe
    perfectly at peace

    Mist lifting silver from its edges
    stirrings of an unnamed lake
    last call of the loon

    Canoe paddle-dip slides silky
    slicing the mirror of sky
    slow deep strokes at a time

    Topping finally the dense pine forest
    sun spills into diamonds on a
    dome of beaver logs

    From the reel the filament flies
    toward the lurking prize
    plop of the plunking precisely

    There are times when I'm full
    completely at one
    in peace
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