Living east of there

lions lived outside and we walked among them

some stayed close enough to smell the rotting vines and made their camp

we moved further east

not forgetting

the sense of us and us against force

and force outside

the longing for words to be the river

the garden tended

the rose picked

the I being thou and you and us

breath and its flow thru ever

the run of elk thru moonwash

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Published in Misunderstandings Magazine Issue 11