twilight walking gravel pathways
beneath brickwork college arches
across the old wagon road
an abandoned vineyard
ripe fruit hanging dark and sweet
swollen bunches between fences
high wet grass caressed your legs
your hand warm in my hand
slick smell of creek water and woodsmoke
flickering flames through the trees
spring swollen water laughing
you and i laughing
bare feet cold in the current
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