in upperville
west
of middleburg.
through the mist of rain
and fog
i see the mounds
of life appear.
three black bears mosey
across the gravel road
and into the wet pitch
of the pasture.
on all fours and two,
a family
outing, perhaps.
they don't look my way.
but i wish they would.
i'd like to tell them a few
things
about my life.
where i've been, where i've
come from.
tell them all the good
that i have left to do.
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