Our old friends

Keep coming back.

Harry, the Kingfisher

All the

Curlews

In the pasture across from

The Salmon House

The ever

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Hesitant decent

Of those Alaskan geese.

The White Oak

Branch

I placed in my woodstove

Was as old as my

Self

Is it Love

That our friends

Keep on

Returning.