with nature, at least
for awhile.
i get nothing out of the trees,
or stream,
the woods
full of birds.
the pecking of beaks,
and chirps.
i've had my fill of greenery
and fall
leaves,
the rustic bridge across
the water.
i'm not skipping stones
anymore
or pondering
the clouds
reflecting in the lake.
i don't have a contemplative
thought in
my brain.
i need a break
from this tranquility.
so what time
can you come over?
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