Wild, rough and rocky,
Chemise and Manzanita pulling at my jacket’s sleeve,
we followed a few cows and calves off the hill
towards the corrals below before a branding
people scurrying to set the gates
as we drew closer, you among them
dashing with athletic grace
that captured my attention—
young bull, thirty-seven years ago,
six years friends, before asking
in a poem
would you be my Valentine?
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