the day begins with a neglect of responsibility, sunny days spent away from class
then a lovely walk to meet a river, to stand still as it runs
we talked about travel and cakes, the Not Being From Here
the evening came, and with it two bottles of red wine
taking pictures to prove we exist, and we know each other
my shadow disappeared into giggling and childish mischief ,
the next morning found with things that were not mine
but surprisingly few consequences of ill-remembered adventures
awake again, we go to the gardens, the few of us who were able
among dirt and compost and garter snakes picked up for young girl scouts
squealing at the uncommon sight, plentiful here
made it there and back again,
with some bomb-ass Mexican food in between
life, I promise, is good
we get along just fine
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