Cheerful morning walk
down the orchard alleyway.
Breathing chilled new air.
Illuminated
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.
down the orchard alleyway.
Breathing chilled new air.
Illuminated
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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