The sun drops behind a cloud...

It's so peaceful, I can't hear a sound

Other than the drift of the rippling lake

What a delightful way to take a break.

I sit companionless in my canoe

The water before me oranges from blue

As tranquilly I float among the reed

Having no desire to proceed.

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• Date written: June 7, 2016 • Word Count: 66 • Line Count: 8 • Stanza Count: 2 •