Sunday, February 5, 2017

9150. MR. MONKEY

Once doesn't step there : breaking
rocks in the noonday sun; catching
the light off the high-up treetops. 
I've been on this road before, the
dirt was hard-packed just as this is,
but I swore there were three houses 
along the way, not one; dense among
the underbrush, when early Spring and
Summer come along. Now it's just
us, and I'm glad for that too. And,
in a month or two we'll all see it 
here again, when the greenbuds
have burst to fill.

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