I know I am not blameless.
I broke most of my promises
to myself, too.
My punishment is searching for you
as dusk settles
in a Grimms’ Fairy Tale forest
I fell asleep under a tree and woke
with scales, a long tail, a smoking snout
I found your footprints in the dirt.
They led into an aspen grove
and away from me.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney