point of view of a boy

A boy collects

bare twigs and stones

pine cones, he throws away 

 

desultorily

walks to the river

stares at the water

 

A fish jumps

he turns to the path and runs

home, his mother waits

 

breathless he greets her

hurries to his room

fingers strings of his guitar.

 

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