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The Fawn

Coming out of the pond, no need to towel off
in this warm afternoon sun.
I'll hike up through the orchard
on Grandpa’s favorite trail.
(He loved to carve paths with his tractor,
his way of reclaiming the forest.)

I slip on my sneakers
and start up the path,
alone with my thoughts.

The freshly mown grass cushions my tread
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