Sunset In Our Steps

Lupercalia, Poetry

We will leave the zoo

and forget the willows with

their graceful season turnings and

necklaces of noon fire

shining like tears

through the leaves.

We will forget the pond

that is not sad and

the ducks, turtles, and fish

that are also not sad

but always hungry,

they recognize our

shadows over the water

as we walk away, the

red sunset smearing

our steps.

We never save any money to feed them.

They reach out to us anyway.

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