seasons 5

we wanted the city
and cows.

denim, both kinds.
boots, for shows and chores.

a forrest hill home,
and a river runs anew it.

our quiet corner of cape cods
   streets shaped by roots
   bikes traffic
   and designer dogs bow to rescues.

our garden rests.
fallen leaves foxhole sidewalks.
and from our front door, 
   to the east
   the skyline glimpses


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