The difference between now and then
is when I’s young
all I wanted to do was run off
and find me a river
or a stocktank with a tree by it
to hang my clothes in
so I could cool off and swim
now I just think about that mountain
and a aspen tree with leaves
that won’t hold still to see what color it is
even when the wind doesn’t blow
the bark so white it’s cool
in the afternoon when I set down
with my back up to it
watching a chipmunk go down a hole
and one of us goes to sleep
and the other one don’t care
whether he dreams about him or not
:: David Lee, Day’s Work (1990)
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