just us

marbling ourselves with lush branches in overhang

darkened eyes adjust like owls at breakfast

waking from their hollowed holes to feast under Moon

we dine and delve on each other in this nook

lined with leaves and soft fallen needles

sliding down the byway, you feel for the fork in the road

that’s fastened to you, hugging around you in never let go

even after that fiery finish, then the light

hits our altered eyes, splaying spots of sage and sun

in our sight of each other amongst the pine


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