Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Gila River Spring



Tues, Apr 9. 5:27 pm

They ranged from blue-black
through tan 
to Pink. 

And through their many dialects 
I could hear their exortations, 
   
            "Pet me."



I demurred, 
saying my touch was 
not quite right. 

Perhaps, 

      I said, 

                someday 

                             she 

                                     may 

                                              come here.



(my journal says the Day Use Area near Glenwood.)



Whereupon there came a clamor. "Why isn't she here?!?!!" They kept it up for some minutes until, despite the difficulties we had, I knew I couldn't go on without her.

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