Rue
de la Conde
When the waves
crash on this shingled beach the sound the pebbles make
evokes the Blue Dog’s claws when we walk down the graveled paths of the Ursuline garden
Thyme and rosemary tinge the air and haltingly I try to voice my pain the fears that stab in the night so hard
I can’t even draw breath let alone roll over
She fixes me with her golden eyes her voice rough as chicory inside my head ”Cher, you dream too hard. You got to learn to dream easier or you bleed to death inside.”
Her claws click across the stones as she trots down the allée back of the Court of Three Sisters I turn to ask her what she means Superior laps coldly at my feet![mclain state park, June 2005](lakeshoregreen.jpg)
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