Some days she walked in the cold riverbed
sometimes just to go somewhere as if
looking at her cold feet gave her immunity
from natural predators. How does one season,
for a few minutes, harvest out the stressors
and imprint just such adoptive moments, un-
stellar otherwise, that discourage pests, diseases
and disproportionate blue shrugs? O lord,
to ask the right question.
Yes to the ending. That is the ultimate question, isn’t it?
Yes it is. Thanks.