a boy

dreaming while fishing and walking the path of flow

inside trying to fit in a mold not of my own making

trying to discover the emotions so many have faith in.

There were women and girls with smiles meant to mean something

Ample work and schooling

while watching the strangers smile as if they knew]

Those days are past count and fading

Now a man filled with experience and finding more and more desire in seclusion]]]

though left with memories of trout, of dog, of wind, and peace]\

Waiting for a time where once again the creek flows filled with hungry trout, cloud berry bushes lining the path, and living in the dream world of memories.