Little Ones in a Florida Warmth

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Microsoft’s Copilot prissily refused to make the above image.  ChatGPT made it with no prissy qualms.

We watched our dam of worthless stones we found

And settled there.  The water flowed between

Them, over them, backed up, but then around

Each one.  The stream refusing to be green

Moved on as colorless as water should

For cousins-brothers in the shade and light

The sun created in the grove of wood

And leaves and fruit.  A world that lacked all blight

Contained this boyhood better than the rocks

Contained the current.  Minnows swam about

In swirling liquid in this orange grove box

Of noon, we each a brave, an Indian scout.

  Our suntans set us each as one beside,

    Together, unity with childhood dyed.

© Phillip Whidden