Retirement Rendezvous

Each morning walking
through the concrete city streets
a misty fog forms
I breathe in deeply
so the damp wet aroma
fills up my body

Same each day, walk through
the city, city becomes
a country forest
Trees proliferate
with piney fir scented paths
leading to the dock

Almost to the end
of the walk through my Eden
the silent hush breaks
into birdsong and water
rushing to the forest end
forming a clear lake

I walk further down
to my secret sandy spot
hiding a rock shelf
holding my canteen
of sweet espresso coffee
sipping and thinking

Sun sets down, bats fly
moonbeams light my way homeward
to retirement…..
DAMN fine life

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