For missing you. Petty, I begrudge help given kindly. But, a
Little, I do.
Entered the day unsettled and unnerved, adrift.
In inches the day looms long, along with learning to live
Within my solitude.
Afternoon, a gift of riding good horses, of friendship,
While evening sets below the horizon in golden glazes
Faith feeds us.
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