An Invitation
Would you be so kind as to come with me
Down to the edge of the river to play?
There are hours of daylight remaining.
Let's use them to try to skip stones,
And thread through the bare trees. Once
We've tired of these and such other
Activities as we can think of, let's sit
By the water and watch as its eddies
Go whirling by. I assure you I will not
Expect conversation, nor will I, conversely,
Say you shouldn't speak. I anticipate nothing,
And have but one hope: that you'll come
To the river with me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-03-24 at 20:15
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