From inside
I watch River.. .
Her flow evens my spirit
Soothes my heart.
On the opposite shore, a figure stands on the dock.
Dressed in dark clothing and white hat,
he crouches beside a white bucket,
pauses at length
and then stands and paces,
head bowed.
I celebrate his solitariness,
the gray of fading day,
the silken flow of River.
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