and what is so rare as a day in june ~james russel lowell
a cormorant dives below the mirrored surface, an osprey lightly skims the rippled water
one week before the solstice and the land is lit in that dizzying height of neutron green
my mind explodes into this fantasy of river, sky, and shore, and absolutely nothing needed less or more
a fish just rising from the silent water and silently submerging in a bullet flash of silver light
a sailless sailboat navigating high slack tide
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