we love to go in the meadow by the swamp with the rustling poplars and rabbits and butterflies and bees and birds and shelter from the wind and i climb up on a warm limestone and mister follows me.

he wants to be with me. we look around and savor the warm radiance of porous sun-soaked stone. 

i lift him down and walk away and turn around and he's climbed back up again on the same stone.