Not yet my scavenger friend

I came back from an early morning run through the fields,
hot and tired and exhilarated with the work of it.

I took off my running gear to cool down, and sat in the sun,
and then in the breeze, and then in the shade.

I saw the dew on the grass before me, and entered that space:
I rolled my naked sweating body in the dew,
gave my heat, accepted the cool.

And while I lay back enjoying the fruits of this delicious exchange
I saw a big black bird on the roof above,
examining me with interest.

One day, my scavenger friend,
we two may also have an exchange.
But not yet, not yet.

The bird flew off about his business,
and I went about mine.

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