the enclosing lushness of the path
to the Pooh Sticks bridge
Herb Robert is everywhere
reaching, with its tiny pink starlight
offset by the blue walls
with their mossed-up faces
hanging over the beck
where one cannot help but stop (along)
and ask for reassurance
with such miracles
we sleep at riversides
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