i retreat to canopy of darkness
sloshing puddles chase my shoes
too quick to be notice by frogs
slow for rushing blood of mine
i rested on stone beneath a tree
catching my breathe i sip a few
my eyes adopted to surrounding
i could picture tables, chairs
in faded colors, i hear singing
crickets above me so intense i
cover my ears; pick up rocks
throw it on branches, they stop
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