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the same cardinal?

monday: at the park with my Joseph.
he picked up two large branches to clear the brush ahead-
and off we went to explore trails by the muddy river.
I watched as he climbed down to see a turtle and
to watch him comtemplate life
he's only 9, and he sits on a rock by the water, with his
soft face in a small palm

and I wonder what he is thinking of course, but I don't ask
because I think he was on that rock belonging to himself
that is a life lesson very early in life
old soul that he is

as we exited the park, we saw another cardinal,
or maybe the same one.
Joseph saw it first - and I know this sounds reduntant,
but I know my mother's spirit was there
again

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