it
and you ask me
how it is
it is touching the sun
when shielding our eyes
the momentos of importance
found in your bag at the end of a holidays
pieces of stick
variegated leaves
a red pottery fragment
without which not one more step can be taken
or the bus ticket more redolent than a photgraph
of the day we walked in the park
slipped from the path
and into the nature reserve
to the hide
to watch the finches
and the woodpecker
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