The Backyard Bedroom

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Hovering
over the yard
where he grew up
and made maps
the grasses
have grown tall

And seeing how rich
his yard could have been
he draws in Sequoias
around the meadow
leaving it wild
and untended

And on the edge
of this home wilderness
he flows in the creek
with a smooth
young woman
lying on top of him

He can feel her
pressed against his body
But he can see her
a few feet away
suspended
with her herring bone
mons dark straight
hair and pale skin

Feeling a need for privacy
they move
into the hollow
between the banks
in the bed
of the now dry stream

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