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Past Joys

Cattails gently sway

Bowed brown heads against blue sky

Mud squelches, frogs croak

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Pine, Spruce, pierce the sky

Puma prints wind among trees

Coyotes praise the dusk

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Musky scent of horse

Deep brown pools of liquid love

Soft lips tickle me

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How quickly she’s adjusted

to the warmth for which she lusted.

Finding her joy in a name

and in a love she can claim.

Surprised to find she’s safe,

that she’s no longer just a waif.

She’s losing her sorrows

in the certainty of her tomorrows-

that there’ll be food in her belly,

and a soft place to watch telly.