at first unaware of me
he drags a stick on the trail
creating a line
he'll wack at the weeds too
and wave at the air
like fencing with ghosts
at the top of the second hill
he stands by the path
waiting for me to pass
he has a half smile
on his face looking into
the distance like it was a joke
and i know if i
were him i'd wish i wasn't here
---
Dusk
Quail Canyon Loop Trail
March 2014
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