Hiking down from Bear Mountain
Under the shadow of black cumulonimbus
I stoop to pick blueberries beneath mountain laurel
Descending again, the peaks of the Catskills fill the horizon to the west
Thirty-seven years have passed
Since we loved among those hills
Beside country lanes bordered by purple loosestrife and Queen Anne's lace
Spent and squandered at summer's end.
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