a simple afternoon

The small boat passes wakes the placid river
disturbs a fish about to bite an insect
bothering the white heron watching the scene
a fisherman shakes his head
simple stories of an afternoon
I save in my memory
for winter when I ran out
of wood for the fireplace.



note: My Sunday afternoon walk to the river, 11,000 steps.

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