Estuary 13

I had no choice but to let her pass with a tip of the cap. Rather well, thank you. She took her perfume trail inside with her mother, and the boy toddled after. If we knew the consequence before setting out, we would never act. I'd been denuded by a hope-hearted gal picking petals for an answer. Upon serving my purpose I'd be pitched aside, and where once I extended toward Apollo's golden helion, my bare stem was to be left among the lichen, the roots of wildgrass, and the sand. I had no ears to receive her thoughts. Unsure we were alike. I had been closed for the season. My face had color, the ground was warm. I opened now to her.

I was moving one step behind Pumala. Eyes closed, my chin at the treeline, I collected knowledge. On the cleared ground before their bright sun home the exercise continued. Anyone taking notice would be overwhelmed.