My Name

In the Shade

Leaning
on the rail fence,
smudged green

with moss,
flecked with lichen
as dry as scabs,

I heard a dog
bark at the cool air,
one expression,

reminding
the world
it still existed.

Breathing deeply,
I whispered
my name.

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