in truth, that altercation with the hateful two on the path 
was begun & ended in a matter of maybe two to three minutes. 
the rest of the day was beautiful.  
we saw turtles lounging on beaver-felled trees & 
frogs on lily pads croaking their humorous mating songs, 
big fat catfish writhing in ecstatic mud shallows, 
herons in preternatural stillness, & 
cliff swallows, flying with wild precision, & 
freaky koi rubbing bellies, &
everything glowing & 
whirling in sensuous & 
sexy abandon.
except for those two sick & troubled trouble-fucks &
they shall go nameless in ignorant shame.

i dig ya, baby. hop on by my pad, you sweet young thang. hmm.