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On The Gaspe Peninsula

land
of my
ancestors
by the river
baptized st laurent
far fields of golden waves
chest high in fierce august sun
i walk a rutted cartwheel path
lost in an aimeless contemplation
of blue waters and blue skies in breeze

a gate left open to a yellow sea
invites a step across the unmarked
liminal breach     no crows in sight
just van gogh's wheat field without
the cypresses     no prose
to word the rapture
and poetry
on that day
silent
still

Your description makes me want to go there even more.

I see it in your descriptions.

Thank you.
~Deb