A frightened deer steps through the charred Sequoias,
A frightened boy stands on the churning Merced.
Shooting stars against a faint glow.
Shooting glances at every shadow.
Shivering body. Simmering mind. Overwhelming dark.
Cold. Numb.
Motionless. Emotionless.
Then, a pinprick of light. Insight!
"Those who love us miss us".
One step. The boy stirs.
Another step. The deer scampers.
Behold! The sun rises.
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Written in July 2022.
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