A birch tree stands tall and alone,
surveying the sandy bottom
and all who spend a day
under its watchful eye.
Startled ducks step on themselves
running from imagined hostility.
Sunfish dart between shadows
looking for snails floating above
the mud tracks of lazy mussels.
A young couple slowly kisses
the sun, skipping thick stones
not meant for the task, quietly
contemplating what can’t be changed.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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