Carry
Our ritual walk
later than usual
almost dusk
carrying the day
between us.
What is wounded
what is forgotten
or misremembered
heavier with every step.
Last time
the deer stopped
and watched
chewing
nostrils flared
as we moved past.
Today there are two
crashing through the brush
startled disappearing
taking the weight
with them
as we turn
and walk back
in just enough light.
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