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how i dream
by MFrostDelaney
a lake so calm, where barely ripples run
reflecting forest towers lush and strong
defending me from hubbub of the world …
a sky where sun is filtered just enough
protecting me from fry-pan scorching heat
and wrapping me in goose-down-comfort warmth …
a shore with rocks so smooth, inviting rest
with one a foot-stool-length away to prop
my feet, lean comfortably against my knees …
position so amenable to stretch
a pole with passive bait, pretext to fish
but really, simply relaxation mode …
the whole scene so enveloping serene,
at tree bends to embrace, covets my calm
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