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Today has been easier, both heat
and rain stayed away leaving
only the lightest of breezes
and a cooler of beer for company
as I watch the neighbors and wave
from the porch, the hill tumbling
over itself in somersaults
of overgrown grass, the songs
of barking dogs and snorting deer,
the syncopation of squirrels
tapping across the tin roof. I could drink
beer after beer and never fear anything
worse than a lovely mild buzz like a waking
dream of bees. My place in this life
a given and the years rolling out
in front of me a tender invitation
to stick around, so many good days
coming still.
Kristofer Collins’ books include The River is Another Kind of Prayer: New and Selected Poems (Kung Fu Treachery Press, 2019). He lives in Pittsburgh.
Copyright 2020 Kristofer Collins
I like your title, “The river ia another kind of prayer,” methinks a earth bound religion, and instead of the fifth commandment as written should read, Honor they rivers and canyons.
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As I read this, I could feel the tenseness in my shoulders disappear. Enjoy those years rolling out in front of you.
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