Saturday, June 13, 2020

061320d


Rose


Something moves under the table;

what it is I don’t know;

not the dog,

barking no more since 2009;

she could’ve sworn

that Buick wanted to play,

but it didn’t even hesitate.

I called the after-hours vet,

we raced across town,

only to find she’d died

in my daughter’s arms.

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