Thirty-Two
I remember you
alive, finding
red salmon
in a pool. They whirled,
autumn leaves —
no place to go.
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Twenty-Four
I followed him
to the red
mountain slope,
there to accept
what only time
could give.
Seventeen
Removing hot
boots, we hung them
by laces and crossed
the stone-floored stream
on shocked feet.
Work-weary as we
were, we stopped
to see maple finery
skip past wet knees.
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