Well all this light makes everything look good

I got distracted from writing yesterday sitting out on the porch in the pretty sunset, he started telling stories

Walked to the woods to block the wind, a gentle and challenging world both.

Following deer trails almost religiously

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Already lonesome for what is not yet lost to me, these woods,

the distant woods, the woods we haven't walked yet,

lost to poison ivy and snakes for another summer.

Already, two year plan: hollyhocks

Wildflowers, balloon flowers, moonflowers,

Trying to find the highground here in the swamp

Trying to live in the last moments of winter thinking about ticks crawling and copperheads,

I am sorry for how I am but

Thank you for being who you are

The deer trail led to a beaver dam, a path clean across the bayou, walking trail, not for me, but for them, smiling in the mud

The light like a cathedral in that lonesome swamp in the middle of the field,