In the parking lot, just as we were setting out on our hike, a young woman said to me, “You look like Gandalf. All you need is the staff.” Her friends all smiled. And when I said, “I’ve heard that before,” they all laughed, and smiled some more.
At the falls I thought, How can we not be friends? And the ferns bowed their heads.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Chance Meetings, Friends, Gandalf, Haibun, Haiku, Hiking, Paradise, Poems, Poetry, Silver Falls
