A pair in the shade
take a break—quail
on the rail of the gate—

we stop to inhale
with each prolonged
tick of time, knowing

it won’t last long enough
to photograph—to leave
for the house and good lens

to freeze gray detail
to store somewhere.
Instead, we stare

at a mirror
in our garden
we won’t forget.

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