cody awoke in the night.
breath bloomed above a pillow.
the moon howled.
“who is this?”
he thought
and arose.
he put on shoes but not a shirt-
walked down to tinker’s creek across
the hay field.
there, under the mountain ash,
josh looked up and smiled.
cody slipped off the shoes and
waded in waste-deep.
“you cant wash your past off
that way,”
said the watcher.
“how then?”
“bathe everything,”
he said,
“starting with me.”
the stars shone.
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