there is no one here
but us.
a trail winds across the hillside
we weave through dense clumps of chokecherry
and currants,
then into the open, grasses swish against our legs
then back into deep shade of Colorado forest
and there is quiet
an occasional runner, a dog or two,
otherwise
no one here but us
on this Monday, quiet Monday,
liberated from work
I enjoy the quiet.
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