On the Saco River

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Hello, river rocks!

Cool and soft and smooth. To rest,

Such a luxury.

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I am still not sure,

If I prefer the real bridge –

Or the reflection…

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The obviousness

Is undone in the ripples,

When the colors play.

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A beagle, alert,

Looking into the future,

With a whiff of wind.

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You’re killing me, Ames.

Who is the saddest beagle?

Ames, Ames, Ames, Ames, Ames.

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Time for Amesburger,

To take the littlest nap,

Before we go home.

Boulder Loop Trail

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Left at the crossroads.

Into the forest I go,

Hunting down ledges.

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They were not kidding

When they said there were boulders.

I am so small here.

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A landscape of death –

Sharp like the middle ages –

Quickens my slow pace.

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Ames is ecstatic

After climbing the boulders.

Finally a break.

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He said to me here

While I sat in the sunlight

“Hey – I have cancer.”

“Will you take my picture?

I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Yes” I said to him.

Misunderstanding,

I laughed at his words, and smiled.

“We’ll keep it a secret.”

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Now I have a secret

And the best place to keep it

Is inside these rocks.