My eyes already hurt.
I seem to have left my glasses on the river bank.
Today is the first day of gun season.
Wearing orange just isn't enough.
I am reminded of the last pair that I lost
a few years ago. On the banks of the Missouri.
It happened the day he took me to a special place,
knew I needed to run like a dog for a long time.
He patiently waited in the car, reading. Struck me
as funny later on, to be taken out for some exercise
and losing my sight while running so free. But,
you know, I needed a change of view then too.
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