And sit with me for a few short moments?
The view through the window reveals
The dulcet pasture
Now vacated by the cattle
Now the domain of squirrels
Secreting hickory nuts.
They are manic!
Or perhaps just being squirrels
Flush with the wealth of the mast?
I will place my hand,
Warm from the cup,
On the soft skin on the back of yours,
Knuckles and sinews
Stories of your days
Some of which I know
As I was there with you.
An empty cup
Signals the end of this moment,
Something will call you off:
to tend to a chore,
to empty your mind
or to refill it.
The pasture will call me back,
there's a bird at the feeder...
As a gust of wind
Rattles the window panes.
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