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Nov 2018
The wind blew,
Monster Frog Rock sat high and dry
Baring his soft white underbelly
Where Old One-eye Bob the Bass
Napped on summer afternoons
Back when the cities did not drink so much water.

The wind blew,
A flock of four fowl dived
And herded dragon-flies to
Where the trout out jumped the carp
For the sapphire quad-winged engineering miracles.

All in all, a great day fishing at Lake Morena.
The trout chose dragon-flies over
Walmart eerie-descent Power Bait.

No loss, over all, a net gain.
No bait spent for nothing,
No time wasted,
No hope lost.
Encouraged by kind comments here, I am delving into older notebooks. This is near where I learned an aspect of attraction that manifests as peaceful mindful no-fret-ness
Ken Pepiton
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Ken Pepiton  71/M/Pine Valley CA
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