Conrad and I
found a forest trail,
A moss-covered
path lined with ferns…
I named the
scent, “Millennium”.
After the sweet
rot an eon earns.
Conrad,
being a worry wort,
Pulled me
back towards the Salish Sea.
Preferring
the backseat of my car,
He felt safer indoors near me.
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