The Willow Tree
Yellow-green glowing
flows to be one with the water.
A child hides beneath.
Honk Honk
In concert they soar
inches atop the surface.
Fish scurry below.
The Kayak
Orange flecks reflect sun,
parting the water, propelling
through the shade and breeze.
On the Dock
Bobbing and swaying,
rolling waves wash over the rocks.
The sun warms my face.
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