A paper wasp's nest lies still on the ground
Magnolia tree hole swallows the sound
Of footsteps approaching Trillium treasure
Twisted tree roots, untwisted, what would they measure?
A woodpecker's flute flung to the floor
Leaf veins laid bare for lacy decor
A stream carves a bit deeper its bedrock of limestone
One violet we see, for now all alone
"We share a walk, a life, a love, a moment,"
SAM and I say--
Thirty-one years together,