the water, like a glass between-
the other world, and me
here i am, in this imprisonment-
the rivers, bars of my cage
i swim-
but never can i break the surface.
what deed have i done-
to deserve such a punishment?
yet, i rest in contentment-
knowing that, imprisoned may i be-
still beauty hangs nearby!
the drooping blossoms of the trees-
leave trailing petals upon the lake.
Summertime: Long days, bright sun,
the smell of sunscreen and bug spray
and clouds of mosquitoes
while we're hiking in the trees.
And then!
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night
much like my mind.
as I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and-
Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.
I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
I extemporize.
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