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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

This Evening's Walk

With the treetops
For kindling
The sky burst 
Into flames
Blazing away
Before fading 
To mottled gray

And yet the creek 
Displayed the 
Utmost composure
As it settled into slack tide
Without a ripple or wave
Except for a duck
Paddling by and
Leaving stillness
In its wake

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