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River Watch
by Pat Paulk

Water gurgled
over smooth, thirsty stones, and
licked our ankles with a cold, forking tongue.
 
Our hands held
in spite of slips and falls,
you kissed my cheek when we reached flat sand.
 
The grass was soft
on the bank where we lay;
the sun washed bare skin,
while our clothes laid out to dry.
  
A hawk shrieked overhead, 
you startled in my arms;
I nibbled at your ear, and
the high gliding predator moved on.  

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