hey big boy – August 6


forest glade primeval

dark, bare stream wending,

older trees down, roots

lifted out of the softened earth

by summer squalls.


breathe in, pause.

one barred owl calls

and a lady love replies.


hey big boy, I’m

over here.


the way it was

meant to be.


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