Checking In
She checks in every night, by email.
A single senior, a rancher.
“What would happen to my alpacas
If I broke my leg out there
or got trapped in a snow slide?"
When she forgets to check in,
my heart races a little bit,
picturing her under a snow pile.
I call her and sigh with relief
at the sound of her voice.
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