By scqueen
Date: 2 March 2001
Simple
This morning
I stepped into the calm
before the storm.
A few silent raindrops
parachute to the ground.
I smelled summer camp
from years past,
the crisp air
of a woodsy daybreak,
birds sleeping,
not a ripple on the lake,
and all is still
but me.
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