Saturday, March 18, 2017

a stone to throw

I could spoil the day
by doing something other than
reading,
sleeping, eating,
writing.
i could go out there
into the damp cold
and remember things
as i walk
alone
through the woods
along the stream.
remembering comes easy
on days like
this, when walking, when
picking up a stick,
a stone to throw.

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