Outing


My dog and I walk lazily along the lake’s sandy shoreline.
Screaming her warning, the crow flies in circles below the tree branches.
Looking closely, her fledgling chick’s on the ground, a snake gliding towards it.
A couple walk to a park bench overlooking the water.
They sit so uncomfortably close.
Then the young man kneels purposefully before the girl.
Tale is that the spirit of a drown man’s spending eternity at waters-edge making gentle surface ripples.
And while I cannot feel his ghostly presence yet, I listen.
My dog stops, barks abruptly at him, before returning to my side.

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