Solitude

Credit: Me

It’s January and the ice is melting

as I stand on the bank with my rod.

The cool breeze brushes off of the leftover ice

and awakens my face — a wake-up from God.

The sun illuminates the murky waters

as I continue to wet my line for fun.

My tears pour-out and feed into the river

as I feel the warmth from God’s sun.

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