Hammock Poem:)

So… mid ironman taper i found my old hammock and i wrote a poem!!

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Today was resurrected a friendship of old

           with one who dwells between two oaks

                    with arms of twisted, knotted rope

     Awaiting a body of which to hold

 

Lie below, sky, blue-broke by bleached clouds divine

           An upward gaze side-to-side sway

                   Soaring seagull spoke; simple play

     Productive thoughts growing quickly benign

 

Holy breath, breeze rustling leaves, chiming metal

            violet-hued petals steal a glance

                       Bodies at rest host souls of dance

      Life in the moment eternal we call

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