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theres something about rivers...this is Iroquis River, Indiana..



somewhere by the fluid flowing river
beyond the reeds and rocks
lies a dwelling of serenity

intoxicated with sweet tempered breeze
held in a place there beyond
between the seams and sky

translated for me
waiting to reside
a final destination
this very special place

basket, book and blanket
tucked firmly in place
holding recollections in tiny bits of being

forbidden and unreliable
to all who else appear
a net of hope and reason
stand firm and held steadfast

this place is mine alone
where music sings
and harmony floats
fixed on the curve of quarter moons

sitting on this blanket
that holds the warmth of fire
when cool cold ignites
i dream freely confident of tomorrow