How boring now, the well-trod path
how tame, the gentle stream
how inadequate, my own company
now that I’ve walked with you
Give me, now, wild waters
and canyons carved from shale
no route to follow, no blaze on trees
rather, I will take forgotten roads and wildlife trails
If I never find myself beside you
then, with memories I’ll walk
in the quiet presence of my dog
which has always been enough.
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