Sitting next to me
as I dozed in the deckchair,
quietly with me.
Circles like ripples
appear behind my eyelids:
water is here too.
And in the wood
a wren’s bobbing and wagging
is fluidity.
Deer slots in the trail,
fern growing in a tree stump
wood spurge by the path.
You pointed them out
and you are with me again
as I see them now.
A doe and her fawn
treading the same path as ours
we follow their slots.
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