Tuesday, August 18, 2020

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we walk into Morris park 
the trail along the creek
he follows me on the way in
I see every leaf, mica fish scale, pebble 
as distinct, outlined
like a paint by numbers of the woods
we sit on rocks to talk
I take off my shoes and socks
place my feet in the creek up to my ankles
dip my hands up to my wrists
Cowboy chews on sticks
walks through the water like a buffalo
comes up to me wet to nuzzle
we talk in a circle
I stare at tiny fish 
then dry my feet with my socks
put my shoes back on 
and we leave the park
I follow him on the way out
deserve is a complicated word