Your enchantment in a lonely wood,
The fight and color of a rainbow trout,
My in-basket empty and a good new book,
Binoculars fixed on a strange new bird,
Sadie's point, and a covey of quail,
The end of a six-mile run in the rain,
Blue slope, soft snow, fast run, no fall,
A dovetail joint without a gap,
Grandchildren coming in our front door,
The same ones leaving in a day or two,
And life, till what rhymes best with breath
takes me from all things I share with you.
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