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We put on mud boots

and walk down to the lake

where the sun encourages

spring melt to go.

So we go, too,

and I forget my phone.

You poke at ice,

intent on making

a clear path

for the water,

wholly absorbed in your task.

I try to find that

quality of attention

in myself

but end up thinking,

“maybe I’ll take a picture.”

But I can’t—

because, you know,

I forgot my phone.

After awhile,

we pick our way

back to the house

to thaw cold toes and fingers.

Back inside, I don’t pick up the phone

because there is nothing to post,

and somehow

I feel freer

than I have in awhile.