Monday, September 23, 2019

Last Days in Pine Valley, Utah

Everything in the mountains
Is getting ready
To end and begin again.

We are two old men,
Him in his red cap,
Blue shorts, and white socks,

Me in my black cap,
White beard, and black car.
I slow to take a picture

Of his scarecrows and sunflowers.
“I like your garden,” I nod.
He nods. “It’ll make

A pretty picture.”
“It will,” I respond.

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