It happens just like that it seems,
No planning, no party or gold watch
Today it is too much to ask,
the hill, the distance, the speed
We’ll find new work together,
small tasks that need doing
And I’ll remember you walking to the post by my side
Sent with a word, like releasing the wind,
up the field, out of sight,
carrying the weight of the work and my trust
© 2021 Maria Amodei
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