One Christmas, Sick Dog
leafless, stick trees
ornamented by squirrels
skinny squirrels chewing
on their thumbs
& families eating breakfast
in the lobbies of vet clinics
on Christmas, all of them
present
but the mother who toils at home
with the bleaching. the garage pallet
the chew toys
the thinking of things once had
in a mouth. one of them starts to cry
they all cry
there are children and dogs
in the clinic crying. this is the sound
I’ll be. a sound that sounds like
distance dropped of snow
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There is never a good time for loved ones to leave us – touching words
AnnMarie 🙂
I appreciate you being here, AnnMarie.
“this is the sound I’ll be.
a sound that sounds like
distance dropped of snow.”
Both beautiful and haunting. I dig. 🙂
thanks man 🙂