Afternoon By Tyler Bigney

Spent the morning chopping
and piling wood and then fished
the dusty afternoon alone.
Fished as the sun dipped
behind the trees.
Fished as the dark came on.
I didn’t catch a damn thing,
but looking up from the river
now and then,
seeing those blue mountains
and hearing the faint, distant sounds
from the road a few miles back,
I realized that all ofmy yearning
and suffering had dissipated
and that it was nice to be far away
from everything -- and myself.

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