far
and further away
passing hours
into the early evening of every precious day
chasing fireflies and dreams and a wayward dog
off the fallen log
where Turkey Tail and snail
seem to be in no hurry
throwing off the deepening shadows!
there's no need to hurry
from the thin deer trail hidden from view;
i'm thinking of you
as i'm rock hopping across a shallow creek
and up an embankment almost too steep
climbing imaginary summits into a low cloud
which spoke to me in voices profound:
the vernal sound
putting me to sleep in a nearby bed of soft grass.
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