when the road insists you slow down you can’t help but think of loss. have the dues been paid yet or is it still gonna cost. cygnets circle each other, babies big as ducks. an eagle in the rearview and you wonder about luck. spend two days in a hammock reading your new favorite book. this wasn’t how we planned it, it isn’t how it looks. the river turned to marsh, broadened by the flood. his words came out harsh but that’s not who he was. yellow headed, red winged blackbirds sing the same song. maybe you didn’t understand, maybe you heard wrong. white pelicans lazily floating five way up above. i don’t know if i need that thing they’re calling love. keep your paddles in the water. let the wind blow your hair. if you wait they will come. find your way they’ll be there.

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