Another by June Hunter

The narrow path meanders Down and up and around and down and up, Trees and ferns on either side. Ahead of me an empty space. A lacuna where another once romped Down and up and around and down and up. Panting and sniffing moss-covered trunks For canine stories marked in amber. I smell pine, see...

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