Johnson Hill

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Traveling down the hill past the big pond
the peepers, wild with spring
sing in my body as memory

in the softening light, two deer run
slowly from the trees knowing
this dirt road is theirs as much as mine

they pause and look back
as if to say, aren’t you coming?

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