Sometimes you feel

Two feet into the brush
the parking lot forgotten
yellow to green to red to brown
tangled roots peeking through snow
cracked ice bending along the creek bed
nothing reminding of no one
just some birds squawking
and an errant squirrel looking for a nut.
Here I am.

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