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Early Melancholy (Sitting on a Rock in the Schuykill)

Afternoon, feet and sandals submerged in the Schuykill. The temperature feels so good. A reckoning, refreshing. I didn’t walk barefoot enough this year. Reading Mary Oliver reconcile anxiety and night tremors, awaiting the morning redbird outside her window. Rum on my tongue. Orange anodized flask, wedged between rocks and river bottom. Revelry on the shore […]