all past disappointments,
past hurts?
and then one day, while walkingpast hurts?
in a copper landscape
you realize
you have forgotten everything
Because the day is sweet, perfect,
filled with love.
and you become thankful for delayed snow storms
and yet-to-be-filled promises
as the yellow aspen leaves crunch, crunch
under four boots and twelve paws.
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