
~circa 1990~
A short trip away
just east of Kamloops
past the tumbleweeds
dry grass and searing heat,
an oasis of crystal water
the air -- still,
though not from heat
but from the silence of city living
break out the chairs
the coolers
the fishing gear
cat climbs out of the camper
and suns on the roof
(lazy thing always knew
where the choice spots were)
Riviera Paradise
whispering in the background
Whenever I hear that song,
I can still picture the lake,
and the gentle feeling that
I sometimes need to grab on to
cast the line out
and just watch it lazily float back in.
the object isn't to catch a thing --
that would ruin the tranquility,
the moment...
the little slice of heaven



Dee





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