a weekend
of bears
and as we walked
from the chez artiste
to the car
bears
descended on golden ropes
angel breath
hope sprang internal
they called to us
in heathen dulcet tones
"fear not
fucking humans"
we took their crusted paws
we danced in the rain
we wept together
cleansed
renewed
overjoyed
in the time of bears we
realized
our true motives
our actual purposes
lives were changed
that day
climbing trees
in an eternity
of ursal bliss
bears
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