There's a faded tan, abandoned wife-beater to my right that might as well have been purposefully lost.
And a tree branch about to puncture my left kidney.
Mosquitos hovering, above the water that they know is theirs for only a moment more,
And 32 shooting star wildflowers that are facing down because the sun is about to as well.
And many fish, I'd assume, in the river in front of me that no one's taken the time to measure