Country Side Meditation

A swing of reflection
Underneath an old shady tree
Feet grazing tops of grass
Streams of wind rustling leaves

Lost in a sea called vision 
Thoughts cast their bait and I bite
Reeled into the past
Stored in a bucket of ice

Thrown in a pan for purification 
Then flames bring dissipation 
Bringing me back
To that swing 
Luis Acevedo II ALL RIGHTS REVERSED 

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