just you and I mosquito
sharing last night's Vodka
it winks--
sun behind
rustling leaves
in front of hills bending--
a thousand trees
and I looking
distant creek--
a strange edible plant
perhaps
bush walk--
slushes of the water bottle
steady, then gone
rising
on the path home
the same grass
only birdsong
only trees
strategically taking a piss
autumn river
this time
my heart floods
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