You and I
step into the boat.
It teeters
until we find our center.
Within the crystal current
minnows dart below.
Emerald leaves of aspen trees
wave a warm hello.
Soon canyon walls close in
narrowing the flow,
we have no oars, the rapids roar
nowhere else to go.
Yet, laughter bubbles from within
as the wet jets play.
The current carries the two of us
in our little boat…
forever.
Beautiful imagery. 😍
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An apt metaphor on your wedding anniversary. 🙂
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