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  • to feel the mud ooze up between the toes
    bake the mud dry in the noon day sun
    and then carefully chip away at each clump
    until reaching the end I dangle my feet
    in the crisp cool running water of a mountain spring

    to lazily lie near the waters edge and
    toss pebbles into tomorrows wading pond
    softening the stones
    for the next foot to land on
    water skipping down waterfalls and rivulets
    in the fast moving stream
    Blue Jay calls echo across a tousled breeze
    the scent of pine and this rock
    upon this rock I lie on my belly
    and let the sunshine bask upon my back
    all around me are
    pieces and parts of the day

    I gaze back to the water
    listening to ripples of the symphony
    to mark this moment.
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