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Stream In Meadow, Reston
A young stream runs off in search of adventure.
All the silvery grown-up trees wave goodbye
and cheer, unconcerned, for what trouble
can a little stream get into in Reston?
It's a story-book day, a "One fine day...".
Only the house looks worried, afraid, perhaps,
that the fluffy white cloud, the meadow
fierce in make-believe war-paint,
the few spindly trees--all these
caught up in the stream's simple dream,
may begin to take this "adventure" stuff
seriously and return to real wilderness,
and then where would the house be!
In the foreground two white stones,
who never noticed the passing
of the wilderness, talk (very slowly)
about what they did in the last Ice Age.
October 6, 2002