At the corner of the street
where our commune
opens to a wide field
there is a bend
to a small bucolic path
into the greens
with tall trees
small ponds
birds
tall grass
wild fauna
and cold wind
I still await your return
at that oak
and it’s underneath
where you left
me three years back
never to return
I seem unable
to step
in this heavenly land
with anyone
but you
please return!
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Nice job. Your posts are always interesting.