When I Knew

Once rainforest

The stunted, bushy growth

Covered the hills

Like a dirty rug belonging to some

Flea-ridden dog.

 

The road ahead streaked for miles, the

White dividing lines

A fainter shade from too much sun

Oblivious to this

Simon and Garfunkle sing their tunes

 

Adding texture

To a horizon lacking flavour

Eyes closed, you

Lay there, on my lap unmoving

Yet traveling

 

At top speed, completely serene.

Your peace derived

From my watchful eye, you knew!

Under the bridge

Your water remained untroubled.

 

Chest relaxed, even, constant

Neck bare

To potential canine intrusions

I knew then

As the dog winked his approval.

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