Sep 15, 2010

Alone Way

Cheerful morning walk
down the orchard alleyway.
Breathing chilled new air.
Trees and fog and golden dog;
Startled flock of quail.
Footsteps in the earth:
Someone has been here before.
(Maybe it was me.)

But I'm alone.

Squinting in the sun,
Making my alone way home,
welcomed by the cat.

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