Wild roses flourished by the dock, pink
Blossoms with brown salamanders hiding
In the rocks and rotted flotsam logs beneath.
Silver fry schooled in the shallows, a glitter
On and in the small waves. Daughter sat
In the sun with a net. Catch, count, and
Release. Repeat. Not a boat on the lake.
Chirps and chatterboxes in the trees, but
No noise from machines. Wink in the waves.
One red squirrel scampered right over feet.
Swim out. Swim back in. Repeat. Pull fast
Through the waves. Repeat. Hold fast to the days.
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