>i say forty she says twenty-six

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I was her back-up cargo carrier. Extra water and a cooler with orange segments and pb sandwiches. If you could peer into the bottom of the basket, you’d see a back-up book of poetry, for in case I found a hammock along the way.

Art can be and is
anywhere.
Always, with a rock.
And another . . .
The double-knot shot
So I got a bit carried away watching for Betsy to catch up with me. . .

I missed her.
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About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit and YB Poetry Journal. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

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