Bio Note: An aging native of New Hampshire who has spent many years writing poetry, gardening and practicing curmudgeonly behavior to newcomers. Published here and there, a member of the John Hay Poetry Society, Connecticut Poetry Society and Poetry Society of NH.
Sarah, Walking along the Manville Trail a warm sun, twitter of canyon towhee. I see the many varieties of cactus. Thorns. I think of you. So, I stop to write a final letter of love though you will never see it, and wouldn't accept it even if you did. Without paper, I scribble some kind words we once shared, like forever, on the National Park trail map and smear my heart all over the names and directions. No, you won't see it since I tore it up and let the Sonoran wind blow the pieces into the cholla and creosote bushes where it probably belongs.
©2022 Robert Manchester
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