Mill River Walk

The sunlight rides on the back of water,
Playfully weaving and feathering itself
Around the next bend.
Pearls of light invite you to walk,
And listen to the forest singing.

It will idle at the next bend
At a loss for words,
Becoming a regretful shadow.
The wind will push it away, into the future,
Marrying the silence of the forest,
To a footnote of what it once was.

A sparkling constellation of
exclamation points,
Still dazzling the smiling child in me,
Swinging alone on an Oak tree
In the dingle of St James Ave.


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