Memoirs: My Dog & The Wayward Neighbor Dog

7-29-1995

They peered back at me, with wet goatees

From drinking, stinky with mud they’d rolled in

I smiled. Their friends inside,

They caught my eye as they

Leaned on the storm door, sniffing the mail slot

Hoping their buddies could come out to play.

Something in that simple second

Pure joy, pure love, I can see.

I watched them strut in a ziggy line

Out the doggie door.

I gazed abstractly at the two year old

Bone on the floor.

To be cherished and treasured...

To hurry them, might hurry their end

And we want them (and their marrow)

Around as long as we are.

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