in the back, along fence
above the steep grade
of woods
going
down to the stream
where i rest
my arms
and lean into
what breeze the season
brings.
it's a safe place.
a place of worship,
one might say.
i've been there many times.
in sadness
in sorrow
in grief.
and now at last
in contentment,
i can linger here for
hours.
there's no better place
to be.
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