The summer rains
Have swelled her dry banks
As waders come and go
Leaving deposits behind
Relieving her of a few fish
And she is calmer now
As I pause briefly from a
Round of golf to gaze
Beneath the shade of a palm frond
Down onto her healing surface
Where I behold the luminous nimbuses
Dotting the azure blue sky and
Devoted verdant sentinels
Erect along the shore
As if listening for Bob
Waiting for him to high walk
Then belly crawl
Between the trees,
And finally, bask in the sun.
But he is gone now,
Along with little Bob,
His protégé.
C. S De Dona. 09-24-22
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