You came with me
to let the river into the pastures.

You’d never seen bison.
We came up on them.
You went still.

I missed her then.
We both did. I think.

You looked at me.
Then back into them.

You cried out to them.
Maybe you thought they’d cry back.
Maybe you were brave.
Maybe scared.

You cried out again.
I laughed.

They answered.
Came up on us quick.

I picked you up.
Held you tight.

Would you remember?
















































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