As I was following my mind along yesterday
I stumbled across a marker with no time on it
and followed you along the path to a sheltered stream bed
damp, receding in summer's thirst.
Walking on we found rocks to carry us water high
and small paths at stream's edge curled
through pestering growth that slapped at us
for not taking the mud-puddle route.
Then your spot with six pack in hand
to romp in the noon day sun,
washed in the spray of a water fall,
secure in the shadow of a huge boulder
staunch, steadfast, tolerant
a bumpy soft blanket
warm in the cool meadow grass
shelter for our solitude.
Perfections will have their day only to return in fantasies
yet Ludlowville remains perfect in time
a road sign pointing in no direction
a marker with no time on it.
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