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     Walking about the steady countryside,

Crisp, clear blue April sky

Walking about,

Alongside the raging current

Of a lonely river.

My wobbling dog trailing behind me,

Lazily sniffing at the wild flowers and weeds.

Yellows and Oranges and Greens lining the narrow dirt path,

Brown Shoes getting scuffed on nature’s soil and rubble.

Red-headed woodpeckers dancing on trees

bees and gnats and spiders

      Even my long braided hair,

Hitting against the thick cotton of my knitted dress.

Makes the day so seemingly hot and lack-luster.

My basket is holding…

Flowers

Bright bulbs, grinning at me

Now, Where was I

Going?

Lines and lines of endless 

Trees.

I'm having trouble remembering,

Where was I going?

The house?

       house?

What house?

and what year is this? 

I close my eyes tightly. Stopped in the middle

Of a dusty trail.

It is so hot here.

Thrashing river, solemn sound beside me. 

I open my eyes.

I’m still on this stranger countryside.

A sad dog is staring up at me.