Lolls low and indolent
On green spring night hills
Across the Hector Backbone.
I forgot to say to my friend
Today, stop fretting now. Just
Keep doing what you're doing;
Distractions are just
That. You can let go
Those million tasks
Into the blue grey deep of Seneca Lake.
I do, and the promise
Flows, silent and older than
Our fight. So let
Ours be as elemental.
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