with red leaves floating
unmoved
still flat pools
of low water
Ahgreyeuss
sits
rests
black
transparent cold
and she comes by
the trail thicket
looking at him
with only a white shirt
desirous
observing
He is glad deep
But his friends
walking down the trail
they see her too
and say
"Lets go get her"
and Ahgreyeuss panics
responds ineffectually
“No
she looked at me”
And while he arranges
his arguments
she turns and runs
followed by his friends who give chase
and disappear
into vegetation
Ahgreyeuss is contrite
feels he must find her
to distance himself
in her mind from the other men
He goes down through the bushes
crossing back over the trail
worried among rocks
He sees her running
gravel-leafed
scratched
scrambling up the canyon slope
and is compelled to pursue her
forgetting his purpose
crawling up the steep earth
to the ridge
where the woods open
to the bigger land
to the dry scree
where
between stones
she shrinks
Faster downhill
she shrinks
and Ahgreyeuss has become large
chasing a mouse
wondering
why
She multiplies
faster
many mice run
down dry
So dry
he runs
no longer knowing
his
intent
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