we walked through forest, through dry grassy meadow,
we talked and were silent.
he stopped, checking his phone for news, texting with Tori.
we were silent.
there is no getting away from the uncertainty, the dread,
the fear, the helplessness, we can only distract ourselves
and see the beauty of the fall day,
maybe a moment of spirited discussion about something else,
but there is no escaping that we are thinking of Owen
with every breath, with every heartbeat, with every step
no matter where the foot lands. 10/2/2021
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