A peaceful, gently flowing stream;
There are times when hidden rocks can hit
You flounder in your little ship
While swirls and eddies strike with force
And sudden winds deflect your course.
Beneath its surface, fishes swim
Tenacious weeds grow round its rim
A rusty bike might form a brake
Amid cut glass and water snake...
Perils and dangers daily lurk
All may not be calm at work...
Two cancellations untoward
From different sectors; I was moored
My plans awry, my way ahead
Unclear; I thought instead
As I was caught once more in slime
How life can turn upon a dime ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
* "La vie est un long fleuve tranquille"
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