Conversation flows, dull
But not dark
Meandering to no end
Like the river below
Clouds darken
Threatening to break the peace
Only to slowly drift
And spoil cricket elsewhere
A wasp, like a sentry
Checks me out, whilst
A fish breaks the surface
Catching the angler’s eye
An English summer Sunday
By the river
Understated yet glorious
In its quiet flow
Everyday Poems 
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