Supper dishes abandoned,we cruise the backroads,destination: river’s edge A muskrat creates ripplesdistorting mirror imagesdisappears into murky unknown A canoe glides by, occupant a silhouettein the golden sun’s descent We linger in the warmthof the fading glow, celebratingsummer’s gracious moments. (Image my own)


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