a duck preens at river's edge;
unruffled by the dreary winter vibe.
A Duck in Winter [Haiku]
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water sound…
heard before it’s seen:
tiny waterfall.

the trail is straight;
the creek meanders —
trail feet — creek mind.

Tree that sits mid-stream
is not your average tree.
Stillness amid flow?

invisible bugs
ripple the lake surface;
from here, it’s mirror.

Swimming in the deeps.
Swimming day in and day out until my buoyancy became an incontrovertible fact of nature that not even my amygdala could deny.