My cat is playing with his rope toy. it's his world to him. And I'm wishing it were tucked behind my ear where I could forget it even existed, in the warm and g0lden autumn sunshine over a lake hidden in the Adirondacks.
But that day we lay together in a row boat, sun-warmed, spray-cooled, while it turned from afternoon to evening, and the day wound down.
And we stepped out of the boat onto the already cooling lakeside sand, where our footprints seemed to mean so much.
And I can't wait to see your lips, in that tiny earthly smile.
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