We two were born poor
lived in a drafty shack
wood fireplace and stove
but nature rich
deer, bobcat and coyote
juniper, pinion and ponderosa.
We felt rich
until she came
she, full of hatred
we retreated into ourselves
now, years later
once again nature rich
I walk to the lake
feed my squirrels
they know me
I know them
I gaze over endless water
with gulls, ducks, geese
sometimes swans
although still poor
I feel rich.
A studio shared
with centipede and spider
a wife, daughter and granddaughter
sister, nieces and nephew
and their children.
What is money
Compared to this?
Ronald Kuykendall
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