A Thursday
An afternoon
Far from wind, by the sparkles
that weave themselves
through the river.
Catching silver and gold.
The sun is so generous -
daylight forever
Thursday forever
A hollow in the cotton trees
It bends it's limbs around
two towels
on the sand
soft light on the skin.
Thursday forever
Swimming
through the strong currents
to reach oyster clustered rocks
on the other side
- you by my side
My arms tire
I will never forget
this dreamy hour
golden ripples, soft light,
Freedom forever
Thursdays forever
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Image taken on fuji zoom 35mm
Image location: Brunswick River
2020
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