quietly, hesitantly,
they approach her back
and start their way
along her tracks
they are nervous
will she spit and crack
will she glow
will she soothe
they wonder
will her warm licks
be of glee
will she lure them
with views of the sea
perhaps she'll show a rabbit,
a deer, or two
perhaps she'll cool them
with morning dew
i'm nervous
she lures me
like an old love affair
i arrive and wonder
why am i here
but when i arrive
at cardiac hill
i remember why
i love her still
and always will
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