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Crystal clear water
washes over the weir,
bubbles and froths
in the dark
green pool at our feet.

A kingfisher darts,
an iridescent flash
in the depths,
shimmering in
a balletic haze.

We dangles lines
expectantly,
in the slow swirling eddies
at the pool’s edge;
sun on our backs,
smiles on our faces,
hope in our hearts
of a world for the taking,
childhood  dreams.

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Who’s going to tell us…

 

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