we sit and have a sunset jam as the day passes
the notes usher in the night
the sky, deep blue before us
the river drops down below
a constant stream of birds
passes like frames in an old fashioned movie
one flock flapping by, pause, then the next
rastaman is singin about freedom
one more night in the eternal struggle
and yet here we are in nature, free
we chant out together
unafraid
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