down by a lost stream after the rain
in the back of an office park seen better days
.
ducks by small pieces of trash the ducks looking good
earth on the riverbank black with glistening roots
.
i’ve lost the love of someone it happened the other day
ducks in the water now swimming splashing washing
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they can be fine in a castoff creek by a shamble of a place
so i can be as well no matter what or how i think
.
living with broken plans until they are not seen as broken
an Almighty dwelt as if from a great distance with aims
.
then no distance no other personality or plans or mind required
faith by not believing in what seems impossible but through seeing
.
realizing what one did and a few vital actions
while visiting the ducks the trash the stream
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12/31/23
