They step over roots
Crunching confetti from autumn’s final hoorah
Smelling the blue of the brook
Green shade brings short sleeve relief
He steadied her clumsy step
A stolen moment tucked under careful stride
A yellowing leaf blurs in and out
The wrinkled log planted beneath her
Is an anchor strung to bliss balloons
Smoky conversation blinks behind the trickle
His hat disguises proximities chill
Their burdens melt beneath the white cascade
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