The River

Running through knee high grass

moss and stones padded

two peach trees my forbidden trees

summer the most beautiful season

following the path I only know

here lies a wooden work out machine

an oak split in half, innards split out

the path leading down the river

where frogs and snakes were caught

where fat skunks fled

feet in deep mud

or lying on a blanket of grass

next to a trickling stream

I even drank

some wild in me.

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